Life is short that says it all still you're going to find that it's a long hard crawl.
Magical the myriad of visions that pass moon beams,
hopeful my heart grasps the spark within these wakeful dreams.
The hours of fitful slumber waning fast like the death of night,
my mind wonders to and fro like a pedulum on my sight.
Dreams that seams like nothing now at all not big or so small.
My relentless wake devours me now, for I am always dreaming anyhow.
It is my hope that all who see and want to be a part of this will contribute a line. I don't know how exactly this will work but let's give it a try. I'll start with the first line. If you don't want to contribute a line feel free to have imput by commenting. Let's rap this one up like a late Christmas present
on midnight December 31st..... if the world don't end.
