The gas is on E.
Running on fumes
Amazing we actually got so far
The wrong turns and arguments
really spent the milage.
The gas is on E.
Yet we're at a station
we fill up and head back on the road
The wheels still spin and turn
We can make it.
The gas will sometimes be on E.
But we can always fill it.
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
