Matter of Time
I've been living in the same place for seven years now and I haven't changed one iota.
I try to run away, find a new home and maybe you.
I found that God didn't want me to leave forever, better things maybe waiting for me somewhere, maybe near my beach. If daydreaming is a sin why should I stay awake? at this rate I can't even stand the rain or even seeing his face in my own dreams.
I just have to die, things sometimes get difficult to deal with.
My body is my church, an infinite fortress of scars, desires and secrets.
And if one day the idea of ??chasing the wind jumps again, bring me back to the ground, before I collapse without even having learned to properly fly yet
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