No, I can’t go yet!
I have so many books to write.
So many wrongs I need to right.
So many cars to ride into the tide of life.
No! I cannot leave yet.
There are songs that I must sing.
Be it is only to the moon.
In the darkest of nights!
A word, a glance, a thought, a gesture. Speculating on what is, what is going to be, what might be.
No, I can’t go yet!
I have so many books to write.
So many wrongs I need to right.
So many cars to ride into the tide of life.
No! I cannot leave yet.
There are songs that I must sing.
Be it is only to the moon.
In the darkest of nights!