Black leaves against the gray sky, the breeze cold yet frolicsome
Knowing not what to do
I stood there long, the forest ahead dark and deep
Should I go back? Find somebody I haven’t met?
Or ahead into merry insanity?
I saw our selves go..
Ahead, I saw ours :.)
Elvis going too?! Merry insanity!
Find some buddy I haven’t met, or a head?
Should I go back?
The forest ahead dark, and deep they stood
Their long knowing… not what to do
Black leaves against a gray sky, the breeze cold yet frolicsome
Simple yet atmospheric and what a great word, frolicsome ( which spellcheck refuses to accept). Decisions are haunting like this, hovering, one step up, two steps back. This resonated with me.
Thank you!
I see what you did there, and I love it. Took me a minute to deconstruct (still not fully recovered!), but once I did it made perfect sense. Well done, sir!
Thanks!