Idle Hands
By: Bryan Olson
These idle hands write in solitude and dream of a voice to sing.
Temptation lingers in the realms of bliss that cloud my vision.
Wandering on the tips of my toes as I wonder.
I fly through the world I envision, in the most magnificent way one can.
Smiling in the darkness is my only option, as my lighter is dry and matches wet.
Hoping that after years of smoking I still have a faint sparkle in my smile.
Wishing to show you what I see in the red glow that the moon has blessed me with tonight.
I motion for you.
By: Bryan Olson
These idle hands write in solitude and dream of a voice to sing.
Temptation lingers in the realms of bliss that cloud my vision.
Wandering on the tips of my toes as I wonder.
I fly through the world I envision, in the most magnificent way one can.
Smiling in the darkness is my only option, as my lighter is dry and matches wet.
Hoping that after years of smoking I still have a faint sparkle in my smile.
Wishing to show you what I see in the red glow that the moon has blessed me with tonight.
I motion for you.
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