As a child
Wistful and empty
Uneven steps through mud
I approach my obelisk
I am humble and wide eyed
A sky full of constellations
Possibilities
Futures
Moments
The shade comes
Here comes the rain
Wistful and empty
Uneven steps through mud
I approach my obelisk
I am humble and wide eyed
A sky full of constellations
Possibilities
Futures
Moments
The shade comes
Here comes the rain