The sky can't speak a story
Only what the ocean tells
And we pretend it's boring
Though we let it cast its spell.
And while we grow so slowly
Our minds remain the same
And so we write our story
With so much more to gain.
So still today we wonder
How long the story is
And, as we dive under
We're forever little kids.
Late happy birthday to @loolieabc who gave me the first two lines of this :)
cool thanks
signing off <3
