• tammana_writes 9w

    Flying into the past
    Living to the last

    I was there in my time
    I was riddle became a rhyme

    To nowhere I'm going
    Following my heart in doing

    Ignoring the wrong or right
    I break into stars at night

    Knowing nothing will I gain
    Still getting wet in the rain

    Move me on
    Or I'll be gone

    ©tammana_writes