With knuckles as white
As the snow that is falling
I brace for the curve
In the road that is calling
The plows have gone missing
The road is concealed
But I’ll brake at the spot
Where the asphalt’s revealed
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
With knuckles as white
As the snow that is falling
I brace for the curve
In the road that is calling
The plows have gone missing
The road is concealed
But I’ll brake at the spot
Where the asphalt’s revealed