This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Fleet

Written in

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It was. And .
It wasn’t.

Was everything.
And was nothing.

Inbetween.

Words / spaces.

Sounds /Silence.
Murmurs.
Forevermore/ was Nevermore

Lightening/ the thunder never came.

Everything is left up to interpretation.
And backward glances.

There will be no second chances.

Fleet.
What is between the was and wasn’t.
Something.
Vision.
Forbidden .
Thoughts idle.
At the edge between awake / asleep.
Where stranger / dreams .
Meet.

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