Puzzle
Puzzle
I gently pick up the leftovers of yesterday's quarrels and tomorrow's dreams,
Holding the lantern of echoes,
Into the pavement of today's screams,
To find the way out of this puzzled realm.
I gently pick up the leftovers of yesterday's quarrels and tomorrow's dreams,
Holding the lantern of echoes,
Into the pavement of today's screams,
To find the way out of this puzzled realm.