The black winding pathways
Thronged with the four wheeled beasts
Rounding the final corner
Expectations and hopes dashed
Snatched away from me
The realisation of truth lingers
The building breathes an exhausted sigh
Letting its disappointment free
A place where my creative waves grow and die. The notebooks i keep, although they aren't always accurate or regular, are recorded here. This is somewhere where i hope i can make it work...
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
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