Hugging curbs he wandered,
lingering in his past life...

Can anyone give too much to another,
is there a limit on the amount...

Bind his feet and hands real tight
make sure that hes secure...

Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided...

Secrets you have hid,
of things that you once did...

It came to me
on one fine day...

That which rides
a witchs broom...

Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one...

As a baby I
was aware of basic needs...

Ive lost what I had
wanting more than I need...

The dead of night surrounded me
dark infusion flooded in...

Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 8
Mind where your steppin boy...