Path to Nowhereland
The path below our feet
Soft whispers
Hugging our toes with teeth
Legs numb
Like an anchor pulling us down
Held captive
Like a sad and talentless clown
No makeup
A writer with an inkless quill
Blank pages...
Soft whispers
Hugging our toes with teeth
Legs numb
Like an anchor pulling us down
Held captive
Like a sad and talentless clown
No makeup
A writer with an inkless quill
Blank pages...