My thoughts were a bundle,
My thoughts were unresolved,
My body had been my friend
And I was in conflict with thought.
But now as I lose control
Over motion and pose,
My thoughts have become my only hope;
They spoke with me in prose.
- N.C.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
My thoughts were a bundle,
My thoughts were unresolved,
My body had been my friend
And I was in conflict with thought.
But now as I lose control
Over motion and pose,
My thoughts have become my only hope;
They spoke with me in prose.
- N.C.
