is a “shadows taller than my soul” kind of night. But I will never admit it.
I am winding down a melancholy road.
This Rona thing is starting to wear on me.
It really makes me wonder,
and wondering why instead of going with the flow is never a grand idea.
My head is humming and I feel the call of the piper…
need to get out of this house. This safe home I have built in my head.
I need adventure.
I crave new experiences.
But a new day will dawn
and the world and it’s people
still be disappointing.
My stairway to heaven
will have to wait…