No sticks or stones found
here
Just poems & pixels.
No mountains or valleys found here.
Just high falutin' fantasies
And thoughts from the trenches.
No flesh or blood found here
Just haunted hearts and smoldering souls.
Somewhere in all these
pages
There is a key to me.
Somewhere along the road
A sign points the way.
And somewhere along the path
I hope to meet myself.
