
Drumbeats on my mind.
Pulling the strings
Of my heart.
Blowing through the holes
Of my soul.
Strumming.
Drumming.
Playing the keys
Of my life.
Yet the notes seem
Discordant
If I haven't
Looked at the
Book.
The title's sorta self explanatory, ain't it? This is the place where the things I dream are sent to cyberspace for all to examine, dissect, and return with comments.