3 views
I am
I'm made,
From sand and water,
Pale it is,
Almost gray.
I came out, not quite right,
Like a ghost, my reflection haunts
I try to fit into my box
But this jack just won't match.
I'm mist, drifting through the air.
A cigarette's flame set...
From sand and water,
Pale it is,
Almost gray.
I came out, not quite right,
Like a ghost, my reflection haunts
I try to fit into my box
But this jack just won't match.
I'm mist, drifting through the air.
A cigarette's flame set...
