Finding new ways
To retread the same ground
For the next couple eons
Till escape can be found
And the world can’t be fixed
Our chance passed long ago
And the urge isn’t there
When we’ve new worlds to blow
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Finding new ways
To retread the same ground
For the next couple eons
Till escape can be found
And the world can’t be fixed
Our chance passed long ago
And the urge isn’t there
When we’ve new worlds to blow