You Idiot
When I look up
Through the slit of the torn cloudy coat;
My conscience ridicules me
By shouting
"You are a fool!"
I wonder:
Am I a part of the deep blue,
Am I just frozen void?
Did I fear the monsters ...
Through the slit of the torn cloudy coat;
My conscience ridicules me
By shouting
"You are a fool!"
I wonder:
Am I a part of the deep blue,
Am I just frozen void?
Did I fear the monsters ...