Something on the horizon
lies, it speaks, it lives, and it
breathes. It wills to go on and
whether or not the will of it
succeeds, it finds its way. It
finds its place, it finds its
time, or finds its self not to be.
Something on the horizon
lies, it speaks, it lives, and it
breathes. It wills to go on and
whether or not the will of it
succeeds, it finds its way. It
finds its place, it finds its
time, or finds its self not to be.