I It sits there lifeless, defying my mind I stare at it endlessly, yet feel so blind Where did it come from? why is it here? These questions have answers, and yet, I fear, I will never ever know just how It came to be. So to it I must bow What is before me now is old rusty but once was new, then used in trusty what purpose could it have served in life? could it have belonged to a husband or wife? or is it from a kitchen of a fancy restraunt that dished out food for the […]
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
Tagged: long
Come ye to me, all you wandering souls Come ye to me, those with nowhere to go Come ye to me, with a little pixie dust Come ye to me, Its magic or bust I’ll give you all purpose, a reason to live I’ll share with you magic, my gift to give I’ll set you all free, the princes and paupers I’ll pull out the plugs, holders and stoppers Join in the magic, be wild, and be free Come ye to me and be who you will be Come taste of a freedom nobody expected Stop feeling sorry, depressed and dejected […]