Plan on escaping?
I too, peel
from small chat
Like a balding tangerine.
Gurgle, the baby’s passion squiggles And wriggles with excitement As my ageing fresh already crinkles. Inching and stretching The years get less refreshing, Fleshing out my inner spirit In a fitting t
The sun is smiling today, Asking to leave the shadow behind me. Politely I turn to the silver cloud, Asking how it always manages to find me.
The tectonics shift Sand slips helpless through an hourglass Change is imminent, cataclysmic and crass It calls on the wind as our nails puncture the grass As we cling even tighter to loose archaic st