The result is inevitable
The brittle bundle that it becomes
A strum of the banjo
A lone note
Fragile and feeble as it hums
And so the tumbleweed rolls
Its prickly claws hungry for redemption
From the ineluctable fate
The cursed dole
Among the dust-filled air and crimson sky
The lack of time is hard to deny
So with the eerie creaking of the abandoned gate
Out the tumbleweed goes
The echo of the deafening silence follows
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
The result is inevitable
The brittle bundle that it becomes
A strum of the banjo
A lone note
Fragile and feeble as it hums
And so the tumbleweed rolls
Its prickly claws hungry for redemption
From the ineluctable fate
The cursed dole
Among the dust-filled air and crimson sky
The lack of time is hard to deny
So with the eerie creaking of the abandoned gate
Out the tumbleweed goes
The echo of the deafening silence follows
Hope you guys like it:))
