That quiet little corner,
where I would sit & write,
of fluttering fates and dreams ablaze
I'd cast my inhibitions out of sight.
To dive into my make believe
a fabric of brushstrokes & seams,
I'd climb into my little shell
& continue to dream.
where I would sit & write,
of fluttering fates and dreams ablaze
I'd cast my inhibitions out of sight.
To dive into my make believe
a fabric of brushstrokes & seams,
I'd climb into my little shell
& continue to dream.
