My mind is clear
a steering wheel
through waves of fear
harbour seems near
secure I feel
wind in the rear
essence unsealed
a hollow hill
rest days are here
life looks unreal
everyday’s dear
smells and tastes veer
My mind is clear
a steering wheel
through waves of fear
harbour seems near
secure I feel
wind in the rear
essence unsealed
a hollow hill
rest days are here
life looks unreal
everyday’s dear
smells and tastes veer