Humor drier than the desert
Whose sands swirl in his eyes,
Where there's a hidden testimony
Of someone else's grandest lies.
Build a house, plant a tree
To make one's mark in today
- however, others' souls
Have led his goals astray.
The right path, yet with a burden
In the form of ropes tied to both hands,
His eyes of set sand still tell the tale
Of why he refuses to exist in bands.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
