When do you live? In a masterpiece yet to be completed With blinding details Lost in the brushes of smaller strokes. You live in the end Of a white feather covered by sand. I can only wonder all the grains you missed On your way here, all the moments you could have paused. Bargained for a bare naked bone, lost and forgotten.
The times we live in
The times we live in
The times we live in
When do you live? In a masterpiece yet to be completed With blinding details Lost in the brushes of smaller strokes. You live in the end Of a white feather covered by sand. I can only wonder all the grains you missed On your way here, all the moments you could have paused. Bargained for a bare naked bone, lost and forgotten.