feeling like a rough pearlstone
grey and unwashed
a morning when you’re afraid
all the little tributaries of thought
will swell and burst from your head
and it’ll leave this awful mess
and your friends will be left picking up your thoughts
feeling like a rough pearlstone
grey and unwashed
a morning when you’re afraid
all the little tributaries of thought
will swell and burst from your head
and it’ll leave this awful mess
and your friends will be left picking up your thoughts