She’s a Fish
Surfacing from miles down a salty sea,
Formed before highways mimicked trees.
Hold your breath they say…
You’re from a different place,
Where all that glitters is blue,
Here only to pass through.
She’s a Fish
Surfacing from miles down a salty sea,
Formed before highways mimicked trees.
Hold your breath they say…
You’re from a different place,
Where all that glitters is blue,
Here only to pass through.