The shopping is done,
and that’s not a lot of fun,
but the bags did hold.
The sun shines brightly,
casting clouds like silver clothes,
across cold blue skies.
The second of time,
that’s lost for eternity,
can’t ever be found.
Profound gets so deep,
and words like that takes you down,
deep underground.
The drums are beating,
in the night like they’re calling,
people to come eat.
