Greyhound

”A mouth alone in a void. Echo’d murmurs out of sight. Cascading thoughts from my mind through the night. No pause, No breaks. a ceaseless flow. This bleak monologue of the tales of woe. My soul is tapped in a box, a taunting light hangs above. Its not the thief in the night. My spirit dances on waves shined by moonlight. I was taught to fear the lord, but never to dream. Ill fly thru the air , I’ll bathe in my own glory. Ill do it by any means”