Wander in the shadow of life within a vague dimly lit world…
Tag: Finger Eleven
Morning Park
While in the park as a quiet whispering breeze,
Remembering Moment
Visiting another’s dream
Losing my Mind
As i move in time floating blind,
Preaching
As to reach deep into a delusional blind,
Most Definitely
As i dance without singing trudging the happy road of destiny..