Category: poetry

  • A quid for me thoughts?

    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… →