When did time get to be oh so
quick like silver
when did I get caught up in
dreams of gold
when did I stop trusting in
my ever after
whenever did I start to feel
oh so old
So this house of flesh
seems to be falling slowly apart
So is every other
damn thing I own
seems that I am responsible
for it all somehow
some mean twist that spun out
of the wind I've sewn
and what would it take
for me to feel free again
truth I can't recall
if I ever really did
maybe the wrong question
they all feel like stupid questions
just another flaw that rattles
underneath my lid
what
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