Tag: truth

last year, it was them
their heavyness and their mess
the rumble of the zeppelin

before,
it was escape
A whole year of numbed pleasure

now, I can’t stay
in one place for too long
when barely a few weeks pass
the weary-no-more soul itches

In 2015,
it was creation
Watching them come alive

and then there are those
that one shape, sound
who stole me so long ago