As the day drifts on, the rain runs. Washing out tracks I laid for you to follow.
The further I travel, the less i can see you, perceive you, but your silhouette wraps it's roots around my spirit.
Whispers warn me that you'll never find me, for the rain runs, washing out tracks I laid for you to follow.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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