Indica

Played scissor paper rock
I'd run till I was caught
Games end but nothing stops
The rocks will turn to dust
The scissor starts to rust
The ink will fade with us.

You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon
You can swoon in the sunset
Don't hurry, your world won't disappear
See the waves that drape the shore
They fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old.

Hear the night toll in my breath
The cold lights dance overhead
Here the lake stares with dark eyes
Trees are their lashes of ice
See the star's glare float upstream
Shedding its skin with dead leaves
Seems like the sky's falling up
The wind wraps itself with my lungs