(-+) 1 Relation

Oh
me.
All I see

Write it down
Pick up
on your own ground

We're all gone

So dreary the sun sinks into its own right
The stars are alive and soon come alight

. .

Here I am
Come feed me
I'd love to stand
Without machines

There you are
Although so far
I'd love you here
Without this fear

I feel so generic.
So complete.