It dawns on me sometimes when we talk
I hear, the noise turns white merging with the bird song
I listen, order in chaos a pattern emerges
I know, magma tears a way to the surface
I understand, creating form where there was none
I yearn, whats past, whats next
You give me conscience
Substance and Meaning
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
It dawns on me sometimes when we talk
I hear, the noise turns white merging with the bird song
I listen, order in chaos a pattern emerges
I know, magma tears a way to the surface
I understand, creating form where there was none
I yearn, whats past, whats next
You give me conscience
Substance and Meaning
whats it all about??
