Shall we take a journey of words and phrases? Where each
syllable is a new building to explore, the periods being the stop signs and
traffic lights. Each hyphen a crosswalk into another block of thoughts and
ideas? Would you like to climb the sky scrapers of my mind, and play in the
empty lots that are the commas and misspellings? Come my child welcome to the
city of change. Population as many as you can count and growing. We have all
sorts of flavors and treats. Be wary the criminals called deceit and doubt.
They corner you and steal away what sense you have. Force not the path of
enlightenment, instead take heed in heart of hearts and know that all things
may come to fruit with proper tending
No comments:
Post a Comment