on the distant side of life I squandered it unheeding, careless of its passing. now, facing a receding mirror of mortal time, I count the dwindling years like a miser.
I stood around the corner for so long always a little detached from myself waiting for the stars to align and a number of other nonessentials it took a minor miracle to shift me to move into forward gear realise my dreams as I travelled onward gone around the corner, finally
I want to be able to write. God, give me words. But they won't come out; I can't spill my tears, my emotions onto paper, Even though my eyes Are burning And my thoughts are pushing And the barriers in my mind.