you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
you may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
through aftershock tremors
from stony ground i'm far away
the wasted days are history
it's good to look on route to stare
a second glance as your laid bare
your action's more than systole
an anagram of my own name
you can't fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
you may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
through aftershock tremors
the realms i found are where i stay
an anagram of my own name