I find myself here, wild
roaming the long road home
to no one belong
Spend all of these days
together or alone
Survive the heave and cleave
the warp, the weave
of winding years
A lifetime, a spiral of
trying
flying
dying
poetry & things
I find myself here, wild
roaming the long road home
to no one belong
Spend all of these days
together or alone
Survive the heave and cleave
the warp, the weave
of winding years
A lifetime, a spiral of
trying
flying
dying