28 April 2012
I can't recall the moment when the doubt ripped your face, Or put my finger on quite when the fog took your place.. We've been beating on it until we're black & blue- Just what good exactly is it going to do?
Could we at least agree upon the size & the shape- The relative dimensions that the lie ought to take. If we could run away for just a week or two, Maybe it would burn the way it Used to do?
Not a breath of wind, not a cloud in the sky, All the better then to watch the world, Passing By....
Passing By • Opuss № I