28 february 2017

i wonder what kind of person i'm supposed to be i wonder that i wonder what i always believe i'll never be lost for long

i always know how good air feels against my lungs i always know a good sky when i see it i know the dirt grinding into my heels i feel that

i wonder what sort of person i once was i wonder how i'll change i wonder what i'll take with me when i move on

i know what i love to smell i taste notes, sometimes when the tone clicks into place it's sharp on my tongue i feel that

i wonder that i wonder that