Artists in Cars

Noah

Hitting the cruise control
Taking life where ever the balls end up

At the end our souls
Our egos are all balled up

Living like fish
All mauled up

Spouting ideas out
As they all crawl up

From our hearts
All called up

By the whim of our minds
All fogged up 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2018 00:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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