Rolling
Cephalopod Creator Myth
Scenery never changes cloudy windowpane
Consistently unbroken obscuring my mind
The fields go rolling by
Straight as an arrow avoiding other roads
Ignorant to the choices default now alone
The fields go rolling by
I need to not make a sound
But my heart in my head
It pounds so loud
You think that you know me never been more wrong
why don't you just show me time for you to be gone
The fields go rolling by
Can't help but think what it means to be alone
Time for another time for me to be gone
The fields go rolling by
I need to not make a sound
But my heart in my head
It pounds so loud
In my dreams
What I see
Ecstasy
But not to be