Measly Soul

No skies, no vertical
Dandelion breeze sweeps the end of day
No picturesque,
the platinum shines like faded jeans
The unsurprising surge of the farthest points
Nay, the world doesn’t want to know
Nay, your curse is running dry

Apologies to what y’recall
Maybe some other time y’all say,
“everything is picturesque”
But for tonight the view would’ve to recede
The world pawns
no distances just for the sake of your woe
Aye, you’re too much for a sigh

but all sighs’re to be swallowed
Tell your tales on the faded jeans
and write your name on the fiery snow
The world is not as friendly as it seems
But aye, don’t be cheerless,
everyone awaits for your return
We all’re loaning time