5 views
on a roll
dislocated grief
moving from horizon to horizon
chasing the bitter end
i remember my head
how it would bounce and roll
batted and bruised
eyes wide open
hoping for a safe landing
i love my friends, i do
but i don’t remember them
moving from horizon to horizon
chasing the bitter end
i remember my head
how it would bounce and roll
batted and bruised
eyes wide open
hoping for a safe landing
i love my friends, i do
but i don’t remember them
