I walk through the same corridors againhearing sounds of cackling, raucous laughterin pure defiance - who cares what they say? labels are giddy-headed, immaturean exciting life ahead to be liveddreams are a birthright, whatever you say I walk through the same corridors againrecalling encouragement, ridiculedreams embalmed in concrete - to live again I think of … Continue reading I walk through the same corridors
I walk through the same corridors
