Look around,
we’re all in the same boat here,
say something!
But we have become so content
with this lack of colour.
We drift back into a sleep space.
Meandering across familiar ground,
until we find the
dust of our ancestors.
Bound by time
Look around,
we’re all in the same boat here,
say something!
But we have become so content
with this lack of colour.
We drift back into a sleep space.
Meandering across familiar ground,
until we find the
dust of our ancestors.
A Wandering Poet 