Not always sure how we spend it—
Only that we lend it.
But its rewards
Are the revealing of answers
The reassurance of go.
No dreams remembered of nights before
Just a sort of greeting from fog at the door.
Not always sure how we spend it—
Only that we lend it.
But its rewards
Are the revealing of answers
The reassurance of go.
No dreams remembered of nights before
Just a sort of greeting from fog at the door.