In reminiscence I see those memories,
a relic of a time long gone,
when life wasn't so forlorn,
when intuitive, headstrong,
I'd wander all day long,
seeking nothing more,
than a thing called fun,
when rarely did things transcend,
to an aloof, doleful end,
sprinting the mundane with my friends, that was the trend,
oh, how misconceived and naive was I,
I didn't even stop and think of why,
I didn't see the future so bleak and dry,
I though I'd be rising like the sun,
but now that time is far begone,
when I used to indulge in,
a thing called fun.
STAI LEGGENDO
Intrepid whims of a timid mind
PoesiaThese are some of my works which I wrote unsolicited, solely for the sake of putting pen to paper, hope you find solace in their gravity, or at least find them worth your time. Bear In mind, these are just experiments, I do not claim to have any exc...
