I walk
I walk towards home
Breezeless.
The flowers the trees, suspended, still.
Light is only Heat,
Heavy, heavy, heavy,
This world, my feet.
I walk towards home. now as weak as ever.
Breezeless.
The flowers the trees, suspended, still.
Light is only Heat,
Heavy, heavy, heavy,
This world, my feet.
I walk towards home. now as weak as ever.