Under the eye of a vicious smile, And I just can't tell. The fangs just sink in through the miles, What I'm doing and where I'm going, Doesn't matter, And nobody's knowing, My souls a'scatter, And the river's flowing. Pick my pieces up, down the banks of solitude, I'm a thousand in one, Like ripples sparkling under, Blue lit hues, Making one moment, In the eye of the beholder.
this is very much the scattered pieces of a persons life and them..picking up the pieces and moving their problesm with them.... in my opinion...nice write burn
