walking
tip-
toed
across my
past
i see
giants
bowing
to Gnats.
or is it
the future
through
which
i so carefully
tread?
or perhaps
it
is
destiny,
that i
so
dread?
walking
tip-
toed
across my
past
i see
giants
bowing
to Gnats.
or is it
the future
through
which
i so carefully
tread?
or perhaps
it
is
destiny,
that i
so
dread?