Like standing in sand
The ground becomes solid
Then the moment you move
It’s suddenly falling
And trying to make
You lose balance and stumble
Face first in the sun-baked
Well trodden rubble
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like standing in sand
The ground becomes solid
Then the moment you move
It’s suddenly falling
And trying to make
You lose balance and stumble
Face first in the sun-baked
Well trodden rubble