I have it in me
This idea that wants to break free.
The snow
Of the A4
Says: "Come, I'll be your home."
Black, tiny letters start running wild like a poem.
Until the dark
Of the ink
Says: "Stop, here comes the dot."
I have it in me
This idea that wants to break free.
The snow
Of the A4
Says: "Come, I'll be your home."
Black, tiny letters start running wild like a poem.
Until the dark
Of the ink
Says: "Stop, here comes the dot."