There's a special place
in the depths of each mind
for storing ruminations,
and remorse of any kind.

Moments have passed,
laments

I once wrote a song,

That called for A's and B's,

But the flow that came along,

Asked for C's and D's.

It was that day I

I'm staring at myself in the mirror
Thinking how did I let it get this far
Why did I let you steal my shine
I used to be a

Time never stands still
Just keeps marching on
If you start looking back
You might miss what's to come

Onwards....

I'm enormously saddened by words on the vine
that my life will no longer, have "Coffee House" shine
so by way of