White Lines

It’s all white lines and chalk dust,
Just doodling and scribbling
Upon the fading surface of my brain

It’s all just shapes and patterns:
The music dies,
The lyrics still remain

It’s so much unreality,
Just noodling and quibbling
Out on the slate that this poor blog is for

It’s all just dreams and fancy:
But one day, I
Won’t have them anymore

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5 Thoughts to “White Lines

      1. Ha! And then you will wonder, how much of that explanation is truly me, and how much of it is the other’s perception of me. hehe

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