Today is just a drop in the bucket.
eyes
Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
All days grow dark.
Oh dear, there are gears
in between my ears.
I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
Today is just a drop in the bucket.
Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
All days grow dark.
Oh dear, there are gears
in between my ears.
I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
