I woke at seven,
the sun floods through the windows,
and it’s a new day.
The clouds drifting by,
give a sense of wanderlust,
tugging at my soul.
As complex as simple is.
I woke at seven,
the sun floods through the windows,
and it’s a new day.
The clouds drifting by,
give a sense of wanderlust,
tugging at my soul.