chaos

 Im wanderin here
 
 guessin who were there
 
 always you
 
 droppin me somewhere
 
 
 
 
 If I were a floriculturist
 
 I would plant a beautiful field
 
 for this scan in the sky
 
 which I could sense you
 
 
 
 
 Im left in the middle
 
 of this burning land
 
 my eyes are open
 
 with my empty hand
 
 
 
 If it were two years ago
 
 the very time I met you
 
 I would stop strugglin
 
 and just let it go