“Loose Skin”
If i make up my mind
Will it have some worth
In the ever shifting waters
Of thoughts and decisions
Or if i craft myself a heart
From the clay of doubts
And cook it in the k
“Loose Skin”
If i make up my mind
Will it have some worth
In the ever shifting waters
Of thoughts and decisions
Or if i craft myself a heart
From the clay of doubts
And cook it in the kiln of hope
Will it then have some value
In an unpassionate world
Or would i still have to
Think of something else
Or should i build myself anew
Shedding all the loose skin
Taking nothing from the past
Will i then have a future
In the stream of time
Or is the present all we have
Umer