Where today shall my mind roam?
The lights are on but no-one's home
Off to the place of soft delight
Meticulously crafted to read at night
Maybe urban, gritty and real
Or a catalogue of things I feel
Hot and spicy to raise the roof
Spew forth lies or tell the truth
Fantastic adventures, exotic trip
Black laced prose with clever quip
A cryptic piece with barbs and mines
Criss-crossed with meaning between the lines
An epic, fifteen pages long
A story that is deep and strong
I don't possess a special plan
I'm ordinary, just a man
Guess I'll stick to what I know
And quietly watch the ebb and flow
So many words may be left unspoken
I see the light but the pull cord's broken
A million different things to say
Is anyone listening anyway?
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@leelee101 I suppose it's an abbreviated Thanks for repost. But put it on yours instead of mine. Oops
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