a breeze blew on by
a breeze blew on by
scattering my thoughts away
bubbles in aether
a breeze blew on by
scattering my thoughts away
bubbles in aether
pair of leather boots
a sword and a black eye patch
things a pirate needs
to where did i go
why don't i feel anymore
cloak of apathy
trouble is looking
wonder if it will find you
too late now to hide
despite what you think
center of the universe
it's not where you are
why use just one word
when a few hundred will do
someone make it stop
that was a bad choice
the seed of a great story
not sharing this one
backyard breeze flowing
sun marking the fading day
sharing time with friends
create memories
the artifacts of our lives
go dance in puddles
wearing that same cloak
it is oh so familiar
weariness abounds