poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


It doesn't always
Go where I chose
The times I let
My consiounce lose

Not always sane
A bit confused
I play this game
With constant truth

A truce by limits
I loath it's purse
It gets no better
It does get worse

I say I'm finished
I feel I'm done
Outlines of chalk
My lifes begun