you see the lights as they come
you take a step and choose to run
Your fatal mistake
The cool breeze off the creek
The river rock beneath your feet
Before the moment we should meet
before your fatal mistake
Outside the glass a mountain view
then from the trees a glimpse of you
a second too long and nothing to do
before your fatal mistake
Above the clouds are berries sweet
where the salmon are a plenty treat
the time was right for you to eat
after your fatal mistake
No comments:
Post a Comment