Sitting.
Head raised to the sky.
Watching clouds roll by.
Billowy and bright.
The day is alright.
Tomorrow might come.
Or maybe it won't.
There was a time that it mattered,
But now it don't.
Stories, Poetry, and Magic
Stories, Poetry, and Magic
Sitting.
Head raised to the sky.
Watching clouds roll by.
Billowy and bright.
The day is alright.
Tomorrow might come.
Or maybe it won't.
There was a time that it mattered,
But now it don't.
