The simplest pleasure
I have found
in this short life, is
letting my hand drift
from an open window,
as the world passes by.Speed, is irrelevant
and if the needle
in the dash
didn’t move at all,
it would be quiet
and my heart
could lay
still.
The simplest pleasure
I have found
in this short life, is
letting my hand drift
from an open window,
as the world passes by.Speed, is irrelevant
and if the needle
in the dash
didn’t move at all,
it would be quiet
and my heart
could lay
still.