donderdag 29 maart 2012
THE RUT I CAN’T GET OUT OF
Can you bear the naked plains?
or the cosmos objective, without judgement?
You can try to hide among the chimes
Or saddle up and ride into a glorious sunset
But what will you leave behind for the ones left behind?
What will be your surplus or your stock?
What’s was on your mind
when you decided to leave the flock?
To you disarray makes sense
You cuddle up among the remnants
Sweet Lotus don’t you cry
I breathe for you Lotus
please dry your eyes
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