am i at a prairie?
not even trees
not even water
well left behind sucks!
left behind is un-needed!
am i in the middle of craggy woods?
they said we can’t be apart
sucha boast!
how can i prance on a pram?
how can i sing in a cave?
how can i dance on the ocean?
sometimes
i know a glimpse about me popped in their head
they givin hope
a dusty hope
like a glistened diamond
but still
they left me behind in a band
and made a new band
so is it
better for me to take solo?
so is it
me sucha crap?
it’s a blur. it’s a glimmer of promises.
goodluck with your band!
