I am climbing up,
and looking for the handholds,
on this cliff face tale.
A green pool of ink,
holds the power to inspire me,
as I dip my pen.
Disruptions abound,
with nuisances that trouble.
and distract me so.
As complex as simple is.
I am climbing up,
and looking for the handholds,
on this cliff face tale.
A green pool of ink,
holds the power to inspire me,
as I dip my pen.
Disruptions abound,
with nuisances that trouble.
and distract me so.