Oct 2016
Tick tock says the clock
I might take a walk
I have counted all the cracks
In every single pane of glass
Look outside beyond the wall
All those trees growing tall
I turn and I am swallowed
By this space that I have made
Sinking through the tiles I have placed
Waking up to the moon's bright gaze
Tick tock it could be too late
Quickly don your twisted shape
Stepping lightly along the path
Following shadows that cover the grass
Why did I leave?
I close my eyes and listen to the whispering breeze...
I might take a walk
I have counted all the cracks
In every single pane of glass
Look outside beyond the wall
All those trees growing tall
I turn and I am swallowed
By this space that I have made
Sinking through the tiles I have placed
Waking up to the moon's bright gaze
Tick tock it could be too late
Quickly don your twisted shape
Stepping lightly along the path
Following shadows that cover the grass
Why did I leave?
I close my eyes and listen to the whispering breeze...
Following "Obscured Spires".
