donderdag 22 augustus 2019

Horizon

Nice to meet you. I’m not your average traveller.
Each time learning how to stay. I fail.
The one who got away.
Forever on the run.

I don’t feel guilt or fear. I don’t stay, I fail.
I’ll worry in my grave.
For now I’m on the run.

With love in recession
and disappointment is all we have.
Wake up, smell the mustard gas.
Build a house at the end of the world.
Horizon on the run.

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