Common Ground
I want to catch the winds
Hands full of seeds
Blown pieces of our past
Dust of our deeds Spores for our needs
Flying through that window
Left open
I want to catch the winds
Hands full of seeds
Blown pieces of our past
Dust of our deeds Spores for our needs
Flying through that window
Left open
I fail to see the appeal
Of a world of fear
I fail to read the seal
I fail
I break
But my soul stays queer
After a straight line of attacks
I trust you
Deeper than my own thoughts
Can’t own you
This being-with-you is just borrowed
Like life itself
Existence