Something specific
Travels in my veins
I am bound to find my way
In hippie clothes
My tiny bones wear
Trying to narrow down my luggage
I sleepwalk
In sad steps only broken hearts
Can ponder
Lets go someplace quiet
I whisper
Shrill in the soft of the night
I wish we were making out
But I ran away
No complaints on our time
Borrowed for dreamers who make
Their own destiny
One wish at a time
The darkness of the past must be over come-----!!!!