or at least you should
…sometimes you know better
you keep on getting wetter
it isn't anything, it just is
the incense burns and the world turns
yesterday’s gone
tomorrow’s not here
rain seeps into the mind
the bone chilling kind
damp cold drips and drops
but she had spirit
and I had spirits
that night passed
beautifully by
but beyond the mountains
always more mountains
it seems endless
we are what we think we are
unless we’re not
time passes and so too will we
and who will remember us?
crossing on cracking thin ice
icy water darkness
just waiting for us below
