I Ride the Galaxy

Gravitation takes place as we elivate with ease
We form circles in the dark, of our own complexities

Triste and trist, it never ends,
Words are conclusions, withstanding myths

But the center of the pavement
Is one that's hard to commit

We see cycles no one rides, creeping ponies where people hide
And all we're really aching to do is live out the night.


EXPOSURE:...Not sure, just wrote it. I guess parallel thinking between people, and how invasive/comforting/aware it is.