Equators to Bi-Polar - June Of 44

I found your hands here

Opening the silo

Shading all the fields

Purified in a glory

Simplified my soul

My everyday life

Every day

Grows into adventure

Inventing

I feel like a madman

Plowing through my days

Equators to bi-polar

I will roam the earth

I will come home

I hope that you will be there

I can’t wait to see you

And purify my soul