The winding of time
The melody echoes of better days
Wanting to go back
And find that place where I fit in
Like a puzzle, but now all I have is a muzzle
I can’t speak
I just want this feeling to last forever. Ethereal and so fleeting. I want to be complete.
I howl at the moon like a wolf. You’ve been there since the beginning. I smile at you and you smile back.
We plunge into the deep black lagoon without so much as a thought. Where it’s taking us, we don’t know… and don’t care.
Artistic Apathy 