Tuesday, October 25, 2011

gold

raindrops upon the window
fallin against my skin
im on the outside lookin in
lookin in

meaningless
but what is
loneliness
but what aint

goin cold
growin old
stayin gold
stayin cold

a kaleidoscope in bold
a myraid on hold
to spin the globe by the touch of a hand
or to travel the atlas the back of your hand

nobody noes
nobody noes

nothin holds
nothin gold