Trillin Til Tomorrow
I siphon you from my mind, but it's another vain attempt at clearing my thoughts. The only thing I have is an ephemeral hope. 'Cause every time I see your reflection, I grasp for your hand- even when the illusion is apparent.
A walk in the shoes or huaraches of an "illegal amigo gone incognito." The initial Drifter from the Texas touge.
0 Comments:
Publicar un comentario
<< Home