This one has been sitting here unpublished for a bit. I don’t know why, other than maybe I was scared. Or perhaps it still feels unfinished. (Which it does!) But no matter the reason I want to send it out to the world and wish it the best of luck. Thanks for taking a moment to peek into my mind.
Stuck in an endless dream
I can't tell if it’s me
Who walks beside an old man
Speaking of things that would be
Is this a memory of a thought
One that was left to die
Forgotten to the world outside
Only my mind is left to fly
Matthew Plotner 