Someday, my empty shell of a body will just
Float
Away.
Like a paper bag on the edge of a highway.
A swirl of wind will catch
And take me to a faraway land
A land where other empty souls mill around in a field of banana grass
Waiting,
Just waiting for something to happen.
Paper Bag People
Someday, my empty shell of a body will just
Float
Away.
Like a paper bag on the edge of a highway.
A swirl of wind will catch
And take me to a faraway land
A land where other empty souls mill around in a field of banana grass
Waiting,
Just waiting for something to happen.