As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Monday, July 25, 2011

Conformity



The cold glass

Plucks droplets from

The air

Down the glossy crystal

They tumble like

Expectations

Joining others in the

Expanding ring-shaped

Pool

Childish dew pretending

To be rain

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