What did I expect?
Exactly.
A savior?
Come out of the woods.
Carry me away.
And am I really one for leaving?
I couldn’t rightly say.
I was afraid of Apotheosis.
Prediction.
Vision.
Buried in the garden.
Planted in my mind.
Grew from that indecision..
A vast and tangled vine.
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.
Vine.
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