No Future from 2018-2019 by zack scribner

Some dust in the air, in my eyes in my hair can;t get out

That look on your face when the stars hit the space between the cracks

Like a dove from the storm, falls in love, dies alone, what a rush

In which case I'll be free, I will with the trees and the brush


There is no

Place I'd rather be


Get these feet off the streets, I'm a waste of energy and oxygen

Biuld a house, crash a van, live the life of a man hopefully

The flower patch is looking bleak, not a chance feeling weak,

They shriveled up and died, my great big bag of seeds is running dry


There is no

Place I'd rather be

Too bad

There's no future for me


I looked upon this crystal ball

And I found nothing at all

• Alternative
• alaska
• folk bedroom
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Seldovia