The impenetrable bars reach the sky,
day in and day out same mashed up gruel,
Left to sit in my filth for hours on end,
the cooing and belittlement of each passerby
It is a hard knock life for imprisoned new born…
Like a tree, with branches and forks that split every which way .
Our path in life, all start from one point,
with each fork our directions converge from each other.
Do we become again depends on how gnarled […]
The duration of moments can be anything, from seconds like grains of sand that are, to life times spent in wonder of things that could be. But that is just what they are, moment in time all fleeting and slipping […]