Category: November 2021

Black, bleak thoughts Expecting phantom shots New ideas Same old fears No progress Just distress Happiness all around Inside, none is found Chipper chaps cheer while I want to disappear No progress Just distress Loving wrong things Clinging to lofty dreams Standards set too high Left gazing into the unforgiving sky No progress Just distress Read More …

What a folly, building with sand. Using water to tamp and mold walls and ramparts, Envisioning in your head great halls and soaring spires, In reality, you have to work just to keep the whole thing from crumbling in your hands. Fighting off the tide, birds, bullies kicking at your work. Just dig up a Read More …