The world of processing,
The method of transacting,
The tactic of progression,
And the discovery of invention.
The idea that circles around and around in my head.
As the clock on the wall goes round,
And falls colors their missing,
The year's yet to go around.
The sounds that go round and round this town.
That sound at this point now nothing at all like the degression of events in my head.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
