Where will it lead
When it’s destined to stop
The drum carries on
Down the path that we walk
A pull as if gravity
Is guiding our way
This proof that we live
Is not here to stay
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Where will it lead
When it’s destined to stop
The drum carries on
Down the path that we walk
A pull as if gravity
Is guiding our way
This proof that we live
Is not here to stay