A few hundred feet
Are a mile in the rain
Soaking through shoes
As legs start to strain
Phone won’t respond
Will not show me the way
Don’t know where we’re going
In storm we shall stay
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A few hundred feet
Are a mile in the rain
Soaking through shoes
As legs start to strain
Phone won’t respond
Will not show me the way
Don’t know where we’re going
In storm we shall stay