A fixed mentality
On what is reality
Gray faces,
Discarded places
Memories were lost
And lies were bought
Forgetting the dancing sun
And the barefooted run
The swimming thoughts
Unable to be caught.
And shining minds
Stories which bind
The forgotten together
This world is forever lost.
In its meandering thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
