The string, Sits alone, Frayed ends, No bones, It's weak and frail, both ends are tails, It's stressed and confused, It looks so diffused, It's twisting, It's clenching,
A sheet of rock emerges. Soothing movement calms me and a cooling breeze returns me. However could they know that this pitiful land emerges from beneath this land we sail on.
The Stretching road of wheels and polished boots colliding on the ground. Broom Broom The most spectacular vehicles pass by. Natter Natter the people of work places pass