sweet november
glittering gold
a rain drenched
concrete corridor
footsteps and puddles
condensation
it's a jungle
outside
the bus conservatory
draw a map
find your way
circle another sun
wide open in outer space
wide open in outer space
the universe
reiterates
strands of
that age old message, less is,
more,
do not store
any ill,
cease to berate
fate
(misread)
(misread)
a path like this
a path like this
a path like this
rain is falling
the end is shrouded in mist
the river is fading
an old dream reawakened
to walk until the path is gone
to cross borders
every border
every border that exists
the rain is falling
the rain is falling
pitter patter
pitter patter
the rain is falling
draw a map
in the condensation
find your way
c4, 8d
