Along For the Ride
I can feel them pulling the strings.
I can hear them whispering things.
I can smell them, gross and cold.
I cannot taste them, I'm getting old.
I can see the world going by,
I can even interact and comply.
I can...
I can hear them whispering things.
I can smell them, gross and cold.
I cannot taste them, I'm getting old.
I can see the world going by,
I can even interact and comply.
I can...