Sometimes goodbye is the only way
what can be said
to a computer grown
brains wrapped up in bone

open up your ears
how do you hear

put away those books
take a long look

who grew your hands
who writes your plans
who through your eyes
sees these blue skies

© @музыка

@музыка: t r y ^ d - -You Are God

@настроение: in this now age WE are god