Riding the wind
At the tornado’s top
We’ll fall if the carnage
Below ever stops
So we let chaos spiral
To stay where we are
Keep the seeds that we’ve sewn
As distant as stars
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Riding the wind
At the tornado’s top
We’ll fall if the carnage
Below ever stops
So we let chaos spiral
To stay where we are
Keep the seeds that we’ve sewn
As distant as stars