Idle
When I’m alone
At work
Or where I stay,
I think of you.
Every second
Of every day.
You shape the dust
Into clay.
You paint the sky
A brighter shade
Of gray.
You make the lights
Come out to play.
Writer, Photographer, Filmmaker, Artist.
When I’m alone
At work
Or where I stay,
I think of you.
Every second
Of every day.
You shape the dust
Into clay.
You paint the sky
A brighter shade
Of gray.
You make the lights
Come out to play.