don’t scoff at my generation
People are powerless, power is rain and lightning, power is the bright sunny day of all life growing
Yelling nothing, perfectly okay, rig for silent running, stay out of the talk, that stalks the walk
I talked to as many people as i could, of which i knew only half. The night flew by quickly and welcomed eventful interaction sustained by connection.
The freedom to be ourselves only became apparent...
People are powerless, power is rain and lightning, power is the bright sunny day of all life growing
Yelling nothing, perfectly okay, rig for silent running, stay out of the talk, that stalks the walk
I talked to as many people as i could, of which i knew only half. The night flew by quickly and welcomed eventful interaction sustained by connection.
The freedom to be ourselves only became apparent...