The Illusive Clear Path of Grown-Up Land
When we are children it seems like adults have it all figured out, as if one day we’ll…
It's supposedly the index of the mind
Is it but a mask to hide behind?
The petty mask that I don each day
Does the gritty excuse still hold sway?
The colours of life flash aglow
The red fire of anger galore
Pretty pink and sunshine yellow
That taper the green envy mellow
When life thrashes…
having all this time to myself has given me a lot to think about.. allowing me to sit back and take these little mental notes on things that weren’t so clear before. like for instance, how i’m drawn to a specific kind of sound and attracted by a certain crowd. it still amazes me…