Nov 2012
Mind spinning, thoughts talking to me
like daggers
now I sit in a nook
at my favorite cafe
a quiet mind at last
I got here, found the self
I lost but was there all along
How I want to hold on
like daggers
now I sit in a nook
at my favorite cafe
a quiet mind at last
I got here, found the self
I lost but was there all along
How I want to hold on
