It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.
Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.
Man overboard.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.
Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.
Man overboard.
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