He crumbled the world in his hands
Hoping that the abstract concept of his happiness
Wasn't too much to ask for
Because we are all so equally, oppositely parallel
To him
We are so optimistically hopeless
Hopelessly optimistic
Look what we've done what have we done.
The world sleeps, or does it lie dead?
YOU ARE READING
thought a fox
PoetryMy first EP. It's all original songs by...me so I'd love some feedback. These are the lyrics. I'm terrible at descriptions. Thanks :) -Patrick
