That I'm already eighteen
you tell me constantly...
What am I?
Nothing but a williow...
Mummer not stammer
sooth not shout...
Cold cracks clashing warm air lost,
darkness explains a non ending urge...
Begins as an apprentice gifted with enthusiam...
Each line carefully etched on his face by the true...
My dark road
Is this distant space...
Sun is setting, over the forest tops
shining over farms and town roofs...
Life moves forward with unforeseen destination
With no regards to your lagging feet...
"MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE"
2076 A.D...
In this place
I do sit...
Before the dawn again I awoke.
Thoughts of yesterday gone unbroken...
I love my kids you know that,
and i will love yours to...