With asphalt scars
And dirty cuts
We conquer the forest
To make our ruts
Connecting our cities
Great wounds in the wild
Where trees only grow
In small rows single file
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
With asphalt scars
And dirty cuts
We conquer the forest
To make our ruts
Connecting our cities
Great wounds in the wild
Where trees only grow
In small rows single file