I used to be a farm boy, i should have become a city boy by now. How strange a path our life's sometimes take... How much slower we eventually awake...
I write about the things I want to know.
I write about the things I want to let go.
I have written poems when i was sad.
I have written poems when i was mad.
but mostly, i have written poems when i was clad!
Most was written long ago... when i didn't know what i wanted. didn't know what i needed. didn't know what i needed to want. it all made sense then, it does not always make sense now. Thanks A.