As I reside to ramble
At the folly that I find
And wonder at the shamble
There is up in my mind
A random wanderlust
Of every make and kind
A just cause for confusion
As my gears begin to grind
A rampant under taking
Of renderings refined
Woven up in weavings
From the cobwebs in my mind
as always,
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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