I've been to the burrows,
that swallowed my time.
I was friends with those friends,
Who were just friends for my rhymes.
I’d forgotten how to fly
as my sky was on a lease.
I am walking back now,
to the waters that flow with
the reflection of my flight.
#unstoppable#indiemusic
From the electric veins, a river flows in a thick, dense light.
Rebellion drips like a dream from her eyes.
My spirit only expects the impossible from this mortal maze.
The freights are loaded up to leave,
waiting on me to cut the ties.
A few days ago this post showed up on my wall and reminded me of some of our chronicles and shenanigans (that we can maybe talk about in person one day), but 12th October, 2013 - what a memorable day!
Thank you all for making this happen :)
With many miracles and a few mishaps we fell in this together
Embracing our variance in the parallel cracks of a worn out leather
Further we fled the answers appeared but a question took over our taste
Should we place our faith in this system or we put the system in our faith?
There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.
George Orwell https://t.co/mmsYKf9VRT