motion carried
I never rallied
wind tossing
as emojis bursting
expressions craftless
under my arm's length
roubles by my side
boulders behind me
I'm rolling yet I'm calling
for it
paints rolling on me
colours lashing on me
yet what I see
is a path no ready for me
How do I take
tomorrow
when clouds can be fake?
How do I take
tomorrow
when rain can be acidic?
there is no way not even clay
I can't even mold what I wish to persuade.
