I have no clue what to write,
Maybe something to make your day bright,
Maybe to tell you all I get to do in the light,
Maybe to explain my insanity, a boon to my blight…
Forget the muse,
My lil’ writers elf I use,
He speaks to me from behind,
When I turn to see, in my mind he must be intertwined…
How long have I been this unclear,
Since my birth upon this sphere,
Try do I to persevere,
My head is empty, all that I had, did disappear…
© ed ~ 9/21/06
Micke
Regis
Love Tinka