derrick-foster
Born in the South / raised in the Midwest / settled in the East / found peace within / Prosperity among the rest / When does one make their mark? / Has it been made already? / These things do unfold / as we locate our souls / The road map life with / each passing strife. / a block to stumble. / a home to live in / on streets we walk / in speech we talk / look forward, reach back / over actions past / lessons to learn / subjects too teach / Wisdom imparts, experiences reach / the mind and heart / know the journey / to spark the moments when. / It is not over yet / still much more to whet / for roads unexplored late / Our spirits do await.
she's in the whoosh feel her span through time it's all relative across dimensions and into space bigger on the inside smaller to the seeing eye walk around her you'll see but step inside and the venture begins she's an old girl stuck in the form of boxy blue past her prime yet still as sturdy she'll dematerialize at will speeding through rifts explore her corridors and discover her anew enter other realms, pasts and futures she's been at the beginning and to the end of time her companions many yet the one who's steady is a mysterious man one called Dr but no one knows Who except her for they've been together through ages only to get to say hello toward the end she's a reliable old girl who's traveled many worlds she's seen thing and heard tings you'll know her by the sound of her whoosh as she comes and goes.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC