Even though
The end is near
My head is swimming
Legs threaten to tear
But there’s no turning back
And no standing still
When mind, body fail
There’s always sheer will
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Even though
The end is near
My head is swimming
Legs threaten to tear
But there’s no turning back
And no standing still
When mind, body fail
There’s always sheer will