Oh foggy conscience, burn away with the light of life's sun.
Let these smoky thoughts recede ahead of the winds of change.
I am lost in a bog I have no business treading through.
Focus and bring myself to the steps of the lost philosopher.
Let these smoky thoughts recede ahead of the winds of change.
I am lost in a bog I have no business treading through.
Focus and bring myself to the steps of the lost philosopher.
pia:
Pretty words