…by a moonshadow
If I make a mark in time, I can’t say the mark is mine.
I’m only the underline of the word.
Yes, I’m like him, just like you, I can’t tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I’m searching thru what I’ve heard.
Whoa, Where do you go? When you don’t want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow… Tuesday’s dead
PussyFOOTnotes: Music Therapy and poetic lines are highly recommended when you lose your way