These days
They blur and drag
Like tepid skies
And stormy waters
That dissolve the horizons.
No markers
No separation
Time stops like a painting
Heartbeats echo in ears
To stop with the universe
Or go on towards the yawning grey.
New ventures, bodysurfing, coffee and backing the underdog.
These days
They blur and drag
Like tepid skies
And stormy waters
That dissolve the horizons.
No markers
No separation
Time stops like a painting
Heartbeats echo in ears
To stop with the universe
Or go on towards the yawning grey.
