the world rolls;
every moment is different
and so are the ones
in houses,
on the streets,
sitting in the future,
singing in the fleets.
close your eyes, and
read the language
of your wandering mind.
the heart knows.
the world rolls;
every moment is different
and so are the ones
in houses,
on the streets,
sitting in the future,
singing in the fleets.
close your eyes, and
read the language
of your wandering mind.
the heart knows.