Fantasy Land
by radavies1uk
Posted: Thursday, May 4, 2006 Word Count: 24 Summary: Cut a lot of extra from this. |
Unknown future, ever present.
I'm growing old.
For a moment each day,
I drift off, silently contemplate,
Just one more small fantasy,
whittled away
I'm growing old.
For a moment each day,
I drift off, silently contemplate,
Just one more small fantasy,
whittled away