The world folds around you
Running in place
Making no distance
You finish the race
The medal moves towards you
As does your ride home
As a fixed point in space
You’re completely alone
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The world folds around you
Running in place
Making no distance
You finish the race
The medal moves towards you
As does your ride home
As a fixed point in space
You’re completely alone