Been sitting here waiting for the salty tides to surface,
what's the purpose anyway?
then drift apart.
Trying to resurrect the sunlight,
when the snow has fallen.
I sit, I wait, and contemplate?
Where will they be in future seasons?
I try to find the seasons end?
there has never been an ending,
There are only men who play pretend!!
This world it has no meaning!!!,
(.-God is just a drunk dreaming-.)