Skipping rocks across the pond
One by one they form a line
Ripples across the water wrinkle time
Fresh air flows with scents of pine
If only I could rewrite time
If only I could capture what’s on my mind
It’s actually nothing but that’s the key
It’s the only place where my mind is free
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Skipping rocks across the pond
One by one they form a line
Ripples across the water wrinkle time
Fresh air flows with scents of pine
If only I could rewrite time
If only I could capture what’s on my mind
It’s actually nothing but that’s the key
It’s the only place where my mind is free
