Not like this.
the path you stumbled for,
left you for some footsteps of a goddess
that we never were sure of her existence.
He left you on the road
oh, beautiful landscape of all
such green trees, such brown leaves.
Do you wonder how I wonder?
wanderlust, collecting dust
of the wasted decades we had
of an item we never truly got to reckon it's form
I do not believe in time
it does not exist
break all hour glasses done.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Not like this.
the path you stumbled for,
left you for some footsteps of a goddess
that we never were sure of her existence.
He left you on the road
oh, beautiful landscape of all
such green trees, such brown leaves.
Do you wonder how I wonder?
wanderlust, collecting dust
of the wasted decades we had
of an item we never truly got to reckon it's form
I do not believe in time
it does not exist
break all hour glasses done.
