You see
Spun around in circles
Blurred recollections
Foxes running
Apple trees
I see
You were sunshine
I was rain
I was a mask
You burned through
Confused Newton
No gravity.
You see
Spun around in circles
Blurred recollections
Foxes running
Apple trees
I see
You were sunshine
I was rain
I was a mask
You burned through
Confused Newton
No gravity.
“I was a mask”; but is a mask ever a cipher? Just a random weird thought.
Hmmm…
Brilliant!
Thanks, Ishtar!