Birth Of A Mile Testo

❝I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me.❝ This is my spring still cold enough for snow from planes tracing seams across the sky overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long with pamphlets proclaiming ❝falls finally dead❝ the steering wheel never mine to turn now it turns on any tangent but around ❝that❝s something you still have to learn❝ With the muffler my memory removed I❝m spared the sound (so much like growing up falling becomes fallen and buried alive but buoyancy keeps it up survive, keeps it alive)