Plunger
Swallowtale
Your little corner and
The dust spider is company
Weaving and moving and such
the falling movements
over and over
softly spoken
meditative daydream
Yes you spoke of tomorrow
and shaking off the cobwebs
but I swear they don't exist
You abide by the restrictions
with words no more than their definitions
I wish I could help you
but I know you would not survive.
From Letras Mania