habit of moving around and nothing sticks and when it does its drug away balancing on momentum like riding a bike ideas and words fade into oblivion going and go limbs where never meant to be able to reach what the heart has forgot to teach
08/30/2008
Author's Note:
Posted on 08/30/2008Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp
Nice write Matthew. Especially the last four lines!
From one nomad to another....it sucks. I know.