Far far away
Is where we'll be
Free from corrupt
EternityHear the music
Travel down your spine
And spiral onwards
Through space and timeThere's a war
That wrecks us all
Some will rise above
And some will fallBlue hushed mountains
Hold all our prayers
And as we look forward
Back, infinity staresI grasp no leader
I want no voice
Just peace and calm
To silence the noiseFar away
Where's there's no concept
Of all we have known
And lost so soonThe earth is turning
Oh so slowly
So let her sleep
Under the distant moon
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}