Jambalaya

Rat race

Blistered
Your feet go on
Carrying you ever forward
For theirs is not in view

Lines
Always in need of concealment
For they would truly betray
The truth you hold inside

Life
Rushing by like endless water
Yet still the life of nothingness
Keeps you under its wing

Sudden
The realisation of truth
Or the end of all you are
The choice is never too late

Love you long time

It’s been a while since I wrote anything here. Sorry. I have great ideas for awesome posts but they never seem to make the leap from head to blog. So, absent awesomeness, here is just some text to confirm my continued existence. Satisfied? No, me neither. But it’s a start :)