Thursday, 10 September 2015

A Little Fast

Raindrops tick on the window
Making this day wander off.
Clear rivers on the sidewalks
Have dragged little precious cobblestones

And we beat on
We're just like little boats against the current,
Hither and yon
We're getting soaked to the skin.

And all we feel is this ardent openness
And all we need is the consent
To do everything we can before it is too late
To do everything we want,
Just not so fast.
Because it feels a little fast

Reflections of this skyline 
bravely spur inhibitions
These clouds seem to be waiting 
for us to dive into the breeze

So we fly off,
We are like coloured moths towards the sunlight
Can we move on 
without the fire burning our scales?