Nathan Phillips
Cross-Country Skis
Crystalline lake ice that won't breakAll of them drivers in their ownBuckling kneesAnd cross-country skisAs we coast over soil and leavesMy I look braveYou start to sayTurning around to the othersLoosen my feetAnd rock in defeatHow have I lost my way so fastLost without knowing which way to turnFound and knowingThere's more than one wayThere under lake like a prism breakWe are in love with the pastBurdens and skisIn the wake of thingsWe threw them off of our feet
From Letras Mania