Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
Good morning to each and every. Another Tuesday, this one looks as it it's going to be quite wet. Oh well, I guess if we want the flowers to bloom we have to put up with it. Besides, there's really no way to stop it!
Starting today with a mug of East India Company's Assam tea, along with a bowl of muesli. That should work...
Stitchawl