Blank Space, mind pour
clickty clack, stop.
Look up, take in the city scape
With a wondrously blank look on your concave face
Raise eyebrow, dare me? I dare you.
Lost in translation back at âˆš
Now the day is gone yet I am new
evolving in the heavy of the summer dew
changed to a chained melody
that flows without resistance
one beat over taking the next
letting go-hands seize and ache then give
Troubled soul where have you gone?
where can i find you-the longer i look
the more you dissipate
Left with a quizzical look
enjoying low roads