Dreamz

The hunt begins for resources wilting willpower forgotten friends tricky time money stashed away for a rainy day   I’m drawn to paths less travelled which were forsaken long ago in quest of something known but never found   Yes, it rained dreams on me yesterday     Quadrille #57

Masked

whither authenticity? we soon learn to fall in line it is tact, not duplicity when you ask, I say I’m fine   I stumbled too, but only once I don’t enjoy being called a dunce   all masks constructed carefully I choose the most appropriate which takes me to the right gate it’s a life … Continue reading Masked