i spend my life
grasping for dreams
just within my reach
fearing for all my
wits they’ll slip and leave
me out on the streets
Day: December 27, 2009
Well Wait A Minute
poetrySometimes
there’s a reason
that the road
less traveled
was
i spend my life
grasping for dreams
just within my reach
fearing for all my
wits they’ll slip and leave
me out on the streets
Sometimes
there’s a reason
that the road
less traveled
was