Lost, is a familiar feeling.
Found is what I long to be.
Sane the thoughts that stir my judment.
Insane oh how the world can be.
As time goes by I wonder is nothing what it seems...?
YOU ARE READING
Confessions of an Entangled Mind
PoéziaCountless days and sleepless nights can't sleep, can't dream, can't rest, nothing left but to write.
Time Gone By
Lost, is a familiar feeling.
Found is what I long to be.
Sane the thoughts that stir my judment.
Insane oh how the world can be.
As time goes by I wonder is nothing what it seems...?
