Always in an envelope, seemingly drifting
now awake, the current slows
eddies whirl around me, return the physical to me
two hands pulling,
one of pleasure, with no reward
the other of difficulty, unseen mountains to climb
Always in an envelope, seemingly drifting
now awake, the current slows
eddies whirl around me, return the physical to me
two hands pulling,
one of pleasure, with no reward
the other of difficulty, unseen mountains to climb