Get on, in limbo. Get off , an endless second thought. What it will give you, is less than more. Nostalgic, the frantic system behind your eyes. You 've seen. You 've let it vanish. Where this loop will drop you off. Older than most of the oldest you have ever felt. And every time you get on boat, you lay down on the deck. You place the coins, he plays the harp. In every mistake you give up the trip. You sketchy. He knows. Cause it's ok. But, how many times you've lost the coins..
Random thoughts, twisted meanings and recreational aspects.