Legs moving light speed in my mind,
Running after dreams I've yet to find,
They carry me home but also far away,
Through technicolour and shades of grey,
If I could walk a fraction this speed on terra firma,
I'd forge a kingly persona, an unlikely usurper,
Breaking free of meek and timid me,
To finally live life my minds eye can see.
~Farls Tokley
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Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
