8 October 2012
Changing pace, my thoughts abrade
As I walk this dusty track
And the deeper sounds of nighttime
Can never hold me back
I write nonsense and I scatter it
Wherever I may go
The words float in the river of prose
In dark rapids they glow
Stardust sits on my shoulder, silver
Rings of brightness in my hair
I am full of determination
That I never knew was there.
Make It Better • Opuss № I