Muscles And sinews covered and tight,
Plucking silly strings,
The body asks,”why?”
The sun still seems
To spin around the earth,
Seas of green
Things unseen.
Murder in the playing field.
Catching up with the world,
We get caught up.
Muscles And sinews covered and tight,
Plucking silly strings,
The body asks,”why?”
The sun still seems
To spin around the earth,
Seas of green
Things unseen.
Murder in the playing field.
Catching up with the world,
We get caught up.