Lovely Lady... let me drink you, pleeaase
Where's the vision?
In the eye of the beholder, perhaps?
I can't believe I've resorted to verse-writing. I refuse to call it poetry- that automatically means I need to follow a certain structure.
It took me a vision to realize that it all boils down to the ever great, underrated- "connection".
I'm driving fast noww, don't think I know howww, to go slow.
Fulfilment from one corner, and my sight on the other empty corner.
Okay, okay, It is a dead end.
And a rather complicated road.
Just come around, will ya?