Eyes.like.autumn.
Jules Verne
awake to the essence of a tar-less world
where the sun returns a golden savior to help the plants reclaim their nest
but all the light from its gaze can't save it from what alchemy has done
chemistry has betrayed us
and when the sunset comes
the sky's a fire that we can't hope to put out
but I'm no innocent
in this backwards game of ignorance, cleanliness, convenience and consciencelessness
From Letras Mania