Bored Walk
Zack Johnson
Gold, rightfully so it sings
Belt is fastening
Don't be apropos with me
Until the sun’s high light hits me
Out on the board walk
The rays describe the scene
No wave
Controlling
Consoling
Corrosive instance
Holed up in a chest
Desperate for a nest
The moon looks out
Over the sea
It's not already there
Calling sound
Am I already there?
Close whisper
Just like my own child
Dressed in tone
Under the guarded spot
Placed in thе rain back home
Dragging electric shock
Carpеt is sinking on us
I don't have to guess
Holiest at best
I’ll be right at
The bored walk