Born With No Real Imagination but Perhaps a Resuscitation?
As I sensed sadly again today.
As much as I long for one.
As I grow older.
As I push my brain.
As the years have passed.
As much as I want to write.
As I understand I’ve experienced little.
As maybe I need to let it just come?
As much as I had begun to hate my life.
As a family life had offered nothing
As there was so little real sharing.
As much as I didn’t realize…