It's just me, myself, and I out hereIt won't be a waste of time my dearand this temporary love I craveis more than just a dreamThis world has too much..
The drone of the day goes onSlowly eating away at our creativities, hopes, dreamsturning us into people of a monotonous society.I find it hard to find..
I can feel it, the changesdays growing shorterthe air getting crisper.I can smell it, in the airthe smell of burning woodand of cool rain slowly satur..