August 2010
48 posts
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don’t know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I’m sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don’t know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I’m sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.