I am a mild tidal wave in a tsunami of unrealised potential
My hopes and dreams are shipwrecked on the beach of opportunities
The verb in me is sea sick yet there is no motion
I DO NOT WEEP
I do not weep for generations past I weep for traditions that for long won’t last It seems the future is bleak The young have morals far too weak I don’t not fear for a childhood that was I fear for the childhood that makes no fuss To play outside and climb up trees…
Read more