with all these roaming thoughts
running wild in a field of pollen
towards a wishing well
singing simple as…
the well joined in at the chorus
and it’s simple ass that
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
with all these roaming thoughts
running wild in a field of pollen
towards a wishing well
singing simple as…
the well joined in at the chorus
and it’s simple ass that
they say she’s a pony
she’s my dear;
a bambi on the outside
a trackstar on the inside;
the best at hide and seek
the one that got away so to speak
never one to be phoney
cute as a button, tony tony
lowkey twenty four seven
loki with some dunks, confession
it’s not that i’m crazy about you
i feel crazy
cycle across the globe
ready to be a government dog
play capture the flag
on the moon;
not crazy
just ready to be a Armstrong
we’re obsessed with giving everything a name
let’s be obsessed with what we made
it wasn’t by chance
it was the chance we took
good things come to an end
or become something evil
i’ll never forgive
season eight of game of thrones
you crave change
you uproot yourself
sogiveenoughtimeandspace
to repot
i wish i knew
your name-
i saw you
for only a couple of seconds
walking downtown;
disappearing into a crowd
a vanishing angel
on the water
i’m the tallest
eight feet above land
twelve feet under
i never know what i am doing
everything seems the same
feels the same
everyone has
the same face
face stealer, pray to Koh-
when every day feels like yesterday
just know
know i’m doing
everything that i want
not stopping for your flyer