I Write Poetry
[b]Twist on the Mind[/b]
Time, a tricky destination
To look bac, with all that it entails
What, was, what may never pass again
A sense of melancholy
Lines the inner mind
While looking forward
Visions across the infinite
Firing all the senses
And dream of what lies beyond
Time, a tricky destination
To look bac, with all that it entails
What, was, what may never pass again
A sense of melancholy
Lines the inner mind
While looking forward
Visions across the infinite
Firing all the senses
And dream of what lies beyond