AlunHBrown

FORD OF THE LIES In the linguistical intersection Between demonstrating one’s beauty and admiring the external scenery, one is left with a lazy eye for inner detail. Do our surroundings present us with joy… Or is our perspective our only toy? Now, I feel I’m still just a boy With growing pains amidst all this Nihilism of which I’ve been known to partake and I’ve always said ‘it’s for love’s sake’ But then, maybe I’ve never Truly been awake! In crossing the Ford of the Lies, There is no real diff’rence Twixt the ‘hi’s’ and ‘goodbyes’