Under the Impression
Thoughts out of order
You try to be open-minded
But like any open room, it allows for a draught
Sweeping winds have their way with the thoughts
I had left out on the table, awaiting my attention
Sometimes the rain comes in, or wildlife
With muddy paws
But like any open room, it allows for a draught
Sweeping winds have their way with the thoughts
I had left out on the table, awaiting my attention
Sometimes the rain comes in, or wildlife
With muddy paws
