an endless tunnel that seeks no vision,
where the truth lays within ones grasp,
a narrow field of wonderous thoughts that elude the very nature of our soul,
a petal in one hand and a dagger in the other, which but to choose,
the essence of the smell of the night sky or the whispering willow that brings you down,
a life that asks us to reach out,
choose the petal, choose the petal ...
NuttinButtSexxy
thank you Telly
