It's a sort of dark that blesses me
all of the light can't let me be
shut windows and close doors
open eyes and clear skies
living free with the blue
make way for the path
excuse the hurry
and let go the eager
fill up the open
making progress on the road
roaming somewhere to find
little by little, flee yourself
piece by piece, free your own
leave baggage parts along the track
once you get there
you'll be everywhere, but nowhere.
As I said, always good to read what you write!
ResponderExcluirI am sure it's only a small piece of you, but it's a good read anyway! ;)
Beijo!