Thoughts that just flow,
Chit chat that is lost,
Reminds me that everything passes,
Into the imaginary trash-can,
As all needless is deleted,
Until nothing of importance,
Remains,
As indifference takes over,
Floating us around,
Aimless Like the tide,
With no direction,
We travel on into Time.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)