Inside my own matter
I am an everlasting well
Stretched out
in front of an emptiness
that have touched time
It refreshes this evening hour
And pushes me
into certain corners
the majority never want to know
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Inside my own matter
I am an everlasting well
Stretched out
in front of an emptiness
that have touched time
It refreshes this evening hour
And pushes me
into certain corners
the majority never want to know