Ten fingers
One sticks out the window
Flipped like a bird
As the car passes by
A whole sea of sirens
Zips past in its wake
As the GPS looks for
A new route to take
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Ten fingers
One sticks out the window
Flipped like a bird
As the car passes by
A whole sea of sirens
Zips past in its wake
As the GPS looks for
A new route to take