Dusty skyline in a concrete world,
ages passed, withering flowers in a pond drinking, quenching their thirst.
It's taken to long, this proliferation, this seizing.
What can we do but sit and stare, let the occasional tear fall from our eye, then quickly wipe it away and laugh w/ a high-pitched giggle.
-they're clearing wood from the abandoned house opposite me. it's very hot, dusty and tiring work, but they persist until the evening comes.
i'd like to go over and offer to join them but i simply don't have the energy.-
ages passed, withering flowers in a pond drinking, quenching their thirst.
It's taken to long, this proliferation, this seizing.
What can we do but sit and stare, let the occasional tear fall from our eye, then quickly wipe it away and laugh w/ a high-pitched giggle.
-they're clearing wood from the abandoned house opposite me. it's very hot, dusty and tiring work, but they persist until the evening comes.
i'd like to go over and offer to join them but i simply don't have the energy.-
