How fragile we are
Like flowers with legs
We try not to think
How quick it could end
If our hearts should just stop
Or an anvil should drop
On top of our heads
Enough with these thoughts
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
How fragile we are
Like flowers with legs
We try not to think
How quick it could end
If our hearts should just stop
Or an anvil should drop
On top of our heads
Enough with these thoughts