The world is never the same,
As it was the day before,
Some people treat it as a game,
Others? I'm not really sure.
The faster this world moves along,
The better it is for me,
No need to feel that I belong,
Just float along with the sea.
There is not many things that I hold dear as some can already see,
But off the top of my head I guess I can think of three,
This sense of freedom and change but most importantly,
What you mean to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment