Eskimo

Tiredness fuels empty thoughts

I find myself disposed

Brightness fills empty space

In search of inspirationHarder now with higher speed

Washing in on top of me so

I look to my Eskimo friend

When I'm down, down, downRain it wets muddy roads

I find myself exposed

Tapping does but irritate

In search of destinationHarder now with higher speed

Washing in on top of me so

I look to my Eskimo friend

When I'm down, down, down