I at my end again
The reason that once worked are no longer usefull
When rivers and streams have no meaning
Behind the eyes of a child in the storybook talk of the ages when the time of a soul in midst of a dream never ever.
I waste so much time... The run out and run on
The reasons will never satisfy anyone.
Im sorry that nothing will ever
Be as a drop
It a shift a radical
Be good enough
Humanity thrive by light of the moon and all those dark rooms where beings sat and remember childhood
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
I at my end again
The reason that once worked are no longer usefull
When rivers and streams have no meaning
Behind the eyes of a child in the storybook talk of the ages when the time of a soul in midst of a dream never ever.
I waste so much time... The run out and run on
The reasons will never satisfy anyone.
Im sorry that nothing will ever
Be as a drop
It a shift a radical
Be good enough
Humanity thrive by light of the moon and all those dark rooms where beings sat and remember childhood
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