Took me a while to dust off the tiles Had a feeling it wouldn't be worthwhile Drove away for a few hundred miles Just to come back to trustworthy smiles Felt way too grateful, became no longer tired Then left to the chambers, saw stuff in a fire Used lesson-learnt instincts to keep myself quiet This whole entire time, I hoped I'd done it right But once again I sit wondering why my luck is so guile Now I'm surrounded with the comfort of lies Tried to break myself free for so many times At least I was able to stop the wildfires But now there's more dust to clean off in the tiles (The Aftermath- 2026, @Ria-The-Great) wrote this after a silent rejection the butterfly photo is by me
Original song-poem by me (“the sun will rise” is another song I wrote that’s posted)
