Tree after tree, bird after bird
She’s on a trip to escape her thoughts.
She knows not what is behind it all,
But before her light hits go, it consistently changes to amber.
Her light always seemed to be green
No more green lights, the green begins it all.
The light is now red, so back away from her carefully,
She has officially shut the door to a dream.
Welcome to the lyrical world of me, a world with continous flow of words on paper.
Keep checking back for new writings.
Keep checking back for new writings.