The Lay Out
The days that pass by me
The nights that crawl up,
The vastnesses that I see,
The tightness that sneaks up,
Do thoughts have an age?
Do feelings need a hub?
Am I a lament of my thoughts?
Am I an idol I conjured up?
The nights that crawl up,
The vastnesses that I see,
The tightness that sneaks up,
Do thoughts have an age?
Do feelings need a hub?
Am I a lament of my thoughts?
Am I an idol I conjured up?


