A wondering soul lost in life’s corridorsis as happy as I want to be.A staircase, some windows, a dearth of closed doorsis a thoughtful adventure to me.I’m never alarmed when my plans go astrayMy decisions are made on the spot.It’s not very often I get my own wayWeather I really need it or not.The dreams…
A wondering soul lost in life’s corridors is as happy as I want to be. A staircase, some windows, a dearth of closed doors is a thoughtful adventure to me.
I’m never alarmed when my plans go astray My decisions are made on the spot. It’s not very often I get my own way Weather I really need it or not.
The dreams of a poet can stifle his words As there meanings get lost in the mix But the reader may find they are free as the birds. And if not? Then that’s something to fix.
So read on, my critic; paint thoughts in your mind and remember, I’m just here for food. You can visit my website, just try to be kind. To be honest, I really am good 🙂
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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