UntitledSometimes the sound of children laughing
in the distance is a clock ticking
and I am feeling shivers
someone stamping on my grave,
and arguing that this is what I was,
and this is what I gave.
And we are living on a planet
that never stops spinning
If you spend too long on what you lose
You are never winning
And we are tiny points of light
dancing in a void
Obv. that wasn't all I have. I have tons more shit. blah blah blah until I'm as sick of it as you are.