blank slate the denial of human nature

sometimes

sometimes i think
i might tell
that theres
a rhyme

for a time
its as tho someone
was there who could
be amoungst the others

one who saw so much
only sometimes the thoughts
overwhelm
and are so many
like forevers upon forevers

they randomly come
unprepared to see the
clusters knotted
dressed upon all linen
they will be found

when u watch out for the land
late when noone he


DAD

DAD
My Father by Mark Merrill