Poem?

Every day is like the last I have nothing to do So you’d expect me to do something I wanted to But, this environment I’m in, acts like a kind of rouse – and I’m in  And I can’t break free of it at all I want to do something great, something different, I want to … More Poem?

Confessions of a wandering mind (and searching heart)

Hello, you’re welcome. So please, come in… My Name is unimportant. My thoughts, arguably also of little importance. However, whether you choose to read them or not, I’ll continue to write them. And no, its not because I’m in denial about the fact no one might actually want to read them, but rather simply because, … More Confessions of a wandering mind (and searching heart)