PACING
Back and forth, back and forth. Bring me home, yes, bring me home. And would it last forever this something new? Or will it be gone tomorrow or yesterday or will it yearn for yesterday's tomorrow? Will it? Maybe...
Maybe I could grow a garden green of life, maybe I could sail the seas away, and maybe I could write a fairy tale to smiles of blue. Yeah, will we grow together?
And I am pacing, pacing back and forth, pacing my day away, my night away, pacing, pacing my path of hunting grounds, searching, searching that one thought that will let me go.

Yernen sunshine.
- posted by M @ 9:07 p.m.