We go riding this Marry-go-round; obviously
we have our up’s and our down’s. I miss
summer, winter is far too profound.
Casting Shadows like ships mast in Nyhavn.
Waiting vessels grow weary in the sound,
casting shadows like ships mast in Nyhavn.
We sail these seas guided by stars. Intuition
leads me back to your arms. Simple words have the greatest of charms.
Turning snake oil into healing balms.
Life’s lesson, beckons alarm’s, turning snake oil into healing balms.