Why I write ...
to escape.
Authentic self where do you hide An epic search I journey still To find the path where I can guide Myself evolving spirit and will I only want to rise above Resenting no new quandary Over lego mountains Screeching saxophones trill Beyond these horizons of laundry Oh oracle is there nothing more Have I become such stereotype Nothing's new under the sun Suburban magpie with grimace and gripe But wait I see Through streaked pane Myself almost but better yet Beyond belief So much the same His eyes and chin are set The School Bus Stops He steps down He looks to me No guise of gall He never find...
More..HL Moran
Member since: February 2008
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