The Becoming
As the crimson red sinks into the deep blue sea,
I drift with the tide and wonder in glee;
As the birds return to their nest,
I breathe a sigh and clutch my chest.
Destiny, an astute figment knocking at the door
I stand here still, pondering at the shore
To gain...
I drift with the tide and wonder in glee;
As the birds return to their nest,
I breathe a sigh and clutch my chest.
Destiny, an astute figment knocking at the door
I stand here still, pondering at the shore
To gain...