You can, of course, make choices, and…You can, but it may cost your soul.
A day is born
Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.
I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
The ladder takes me up to where? A too-small portal waiting there.
I now own my road
And revel in its
And that will make all the difference.
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
what if backwards is the right direction?
That wasn’t how the day was supposed to end…
Tracking my software development.
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.
Honesty is hardly ever heard, and mostly what I need from you.
Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme.
This canvas was not meant to be pierced.
Just what would that look like, a day with no “no”s?