Inlets of salt water cut into the land and I hear voices of strangers sing out to me from across the yellow fields.
No more progress will be made when this day is through as I will need to rest.
I have risen so many times from the visions that crawl across my eyes and now all that is left to do is make my way across this last yellow field and into the sea.
I just hope they have been notified of my arrival as that time is now upon us.
No more progress will be made when this day is through as I will need to rest.
I have risen so many times from the visions that crawl across my eyes and now all that is left to do is make my way across this last yellow field and into the sea.
I just hope they have been notified of my arrival as that time is now upon us.