doodles

Little bit thing lying in your sprawl

Crying as if the world will end

It might

It might

This very night

But don’t you bite

Settle on a secret

There’s much to do

When you become you

Where when and how

Well that’s a holy cow

Crying as if the world will end

It might

It might

A green hand at the rudder

The rivers that run through you

Sink into soft flesh

Plant your feet

Settle into a voice unique

When you stop chasing dreams

Life’s bigger than it seems

Settle for a secret

Sleep.