Shaking icy
Shaking icy (25-02-2019)
Sometimes, I feel myself a piece of ice, crawling down a frozen shore and looking up at the frozen sunset. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
On the shore, of land forgotten
Have to play, forgotten role
From nowhere, into nothing
Crawling on, without a goal
I am stumbling and gasping
Stepping over, lost and wrong
Are their souls of sparky lusting
Or as mine, a little prawn
I have lived a life of lazy
Someone never rushing to
Help somebody lost in hazy
And a miserable screw …
Yes, I’m sentenced, to the cold
Same as cold, as I have been
There could be, piece of gold
Here will be piece of thin
Little sharply, shaking icy
Always hard and cold for all
Never tried to live it dicey
Simply crawling off at all