The best of my imagination
Is a fruit of procrastination
Flowing through humidity
Across a life of ambiguity
It has complexity in its soul
Yet simple to fill a deep hole
It is born from ink and paper
But given life by the reader
It's a prudent way of ranting
And equally next to nothing
18010140140905
10:31 pm / 6 April 2015
Monday / in my living room
No comments:
Post a Comment