Transplant

No photo today. Shocker! I’m going to let you use your imagination instead 🙂 Transplant I see the transplant branch Withering, sad and dry I don’t know where, I don’t know why When I followed all the given directions – I went to class, I listened well But still my lovely branch was felled By…

Crossroads

Crossroads Maybe it’s time to say goodbye to guilt To shame To self-criticism and hate I hear the screams of the rigid “you’re taking away the right from the wrong” Exactly I’m tired of playing this dualistic song I’m tired of the same old lyrics The same old endings The same old routines I’ve listened…