these days run away like wild horses over the hills i've been circling the drain while standing still sharpen your steal we have a lifetime to kill assemble your armies there's always time to kill
you never cease to amaze me with the way you change shapes effortlessly twisting shamelessly contorting triumphantly courting tragedy redefining futility
too busy breaking down to be bothered with creation too busy searching for signs you missed every indication too tired to sleep so we trace patient constellations
from our backs in a field of tall grass forget familiar trails cut down a new path
no vision no mission complacent in black
these days run away like wild horses over the hills
trembling fingers pull at the petals of what if and if only holding hands with abyss to catch of glimpse of what she could show me