Under An Old Sun
Under an old sun
I sing a blues,
a song about an old and cracked life.
My blues becomes louder,
my life becomes brighter,
outflowing dreams become wilder,
but the cracking in my life never stops.
My world is wandering,
driving round an old sun,
dusks and dawns,
nights and days fade away.
During a journey while gathering experiences
a young man turned into an aged man.
The eternal blues of being never stops.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08/19/2023.