Sep 11, 2017

The swamp


I can't see the end of my running path
Lost in the trees
I can't hear the trouble from the city
Lost in the wind
I cant feel the pain of aches
Lost in perseverance
I wanna hear your whispers
I wanna see your prayers
I feel like a doll in your arms
My sweet darlings, green smartest aliens
You are using us, ever done, ever will
And when we're over the burning task
You'll grow your roots over us and feed
I can wait your answer over a lifetime
but
I can't see the end of my running path
Lost in the swamp