Soil:::...
Yes, I know that smell.
This is all over again.
The color of ending things,
the coldest day,
burning tears.
What is you nowhere?
Where is the me in here?
Oh yes, I’ve been here,
with dirtiest people,
trying to grind.
Thinking about this falls,
I am not there,
I was never I.
So yes, I will have to stay here,
Until the soils of ending things go on, they have to go my dear.
