uncertainties are making my tunes go hither tither, songs aren't matching the comfort I need. I need the lids of eyes to meet, but my heart is putting the whole chaos in mind, into a rampant. The eyes can't remain shut. They just hope there were some light of some ambition. Then, I could have been in a roofed shelter of a rest, a comfort, than being a vagabond for no good. The verses are also running in and out the chaos, here and there. #jerksnshivers
