Surface Dweller Blues
by Tamir Buchshtav
by Tamir Buchshtav
Some live in the sky,
In a city that floats,
They have wide feathered wings,
And large flying boats.
Some live in the sea,
In the oceans they swim,
In a city submerged,
In their watery realm.
Some live up in space,
Surrounded with steel,
In their spaceships they roam,
Wherever they will.
Some live underground,
In mountains of stone,
They burrow down deep,
Into old Terra's bones.
But me I just dwell,
On the boring old ground,
To the surface of Earth,
My existance is bound.
On the surface I dwell,
All those sights I must lose,
So I sit in my home,
Always singing the blues.
Tags: English