A Journey
By Gunslinger
When pressures overwhelm me- In the darkness of the night... No friends to share my burdens- My escape is when I write... I write of things that I have seen, And places I have been... And days that I still clung to dreams... But that was "way back when..." I write of how things used to be, And how they never were... My mind takes flights of fancy.. To where miracles occur... So if you'd trace the morning mist- The "Flying Dutchman's" wake... Then link your wandering mind to mine... A journey we will take. Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 05:30 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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