Tekster: Autumn's Grey Solace. Riverine. Dormant.

Days go by on their own
In circles
Delay, procrastinate
Only to miss out
Time has come to open up
To see

In my library
Books lay dormant
If only I could
Fill in the empty pages
With words
That truly mean something more

Persevere quietly
Be careful
Not to disturb
Our destiny
Waiting for me to face
All that is

In my library
Books lay dormant
If only I could
Fill in the empty pages
With words
That truly mean something more

In exhaustion I fall apart
No excuses for my lack of will

In my library
Books lay dormant
If only I could
Fill in the empty pages