Freitag, 16. März 2018

burned water

swimming through the crowds
of eyes i've never seen
comfort in just being
comfort in just being

but nothing lasts forever
and nothing is in me
at last my soul is empty
at last my soul is empty

'cause when i see your face
between the colorful lines
all the colors go blind
all the colors go blind

a long way i've been going
too many of a turn
and all the water is burned
and all the water is burned

and seeds that i have poured
into my empty soul
still try to grow new colors
still wait for soothing water

16.03.2018