Pulled from the needs,
I forget the good
And feel the void
I dread the most.
You little expecting from me,
My empty big hands
That smile and run to satisfy.
Science meets poetry
Pulled from the needs,
I forget the good
And feel the void
I dread the most.
You little expecting from me,
My empty big hands
That smile and run to satisfy.
Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun
Surprise after a day of struggle
And closing doors on my face.
When you surrender and stop fighting and planning,
Nature winks at you
And pulls tricks out of her bag.