As my shadow blends into the midnight winds, I walk alone, I stand alone. My thoughts often sail as I regress, Debating my past, my scrambled address. And though I…
As my shadow blends into the midnight winds, I walk alone, I stand alone. My thoughts often sail as I regress, Debating my past, my scrambled address. And though I…
A Man’s Child in the Mirror As I reflect on who I was as a child, I can’t help but focus on the things I allowed to limit me. The…