Encruzilhada

Encruzilhada

sexta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2015

The tide

I took a bite of every bit
And then I took another little bit
Of every other bite
The ones I kept and didn't spit
The ones that brought me closer to the light
Some, I saw, they quit
Some, like me, survive 

I've tried, I've tasted
I came, I saw, I wasted
Everything I brought I left behind

And now I strive
Strive in search of peace of mind
Now I strive
Strive in search of peace of mind.