
All the world must stop
watch Mother Earth gulp her sun
daily matinee

All the world must stop
watch Mother Earth gulp her sun
daily matinee

Sky brings on the blues
not a single cloud in sight
insomniac moon

I’ll run far enough
till mountains become molehills
life is all problems

We fail constantly
seeing blurred crumpled edges
forgetting green grass

Blurry on the edge
waking on Wednesday mornings
classic hangover