Ring a Ring Of Roses
A pocket full of of posies...
She battled through the forest all day,
She needed somewhere to rest her eyes...
I wonder if you still remember
the way those faraway Humans can smile...
There we stood on the prairie
As the sun set that night...
Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...
I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...
The old flame
The old flame...
Nightmares and whispers still come
and go, like Time, in such restless beauty...
Woke up this morning.
Student life...
Amongst your restless waters, I slumber.
Dripping June, petrichor, dark horizon...
We are all heir to Sheol’s fumes:
the thousand shocks...
Wait...
Who am I...