Hey, can you tell me. Where do I go to from here? My path, it’s a blur.
I stare blankly at the white sheets of my notebook Watching the ink from my pen as it bleeds I put the pen down slowly beside the notebook And lay my back down the coach from where I sit Imagining a guitar strumming from the background I close my eyes to feel the wind as it blows I start to […]
In a dim lighted room, I sat alone thinking, Remembering a story Of someone’s past. The cold evening air Breezed down to me While I was gazing at the Nothingness through the night I never regretted nor hesitated That decision I had to call. There are just nights when I simply Can’t help but feel sad.