(original poem)
Perhaps. Maybe. Let the hands of Time be.
"In caves starved of natural light"
Is this how you describe your bedroom, Mr. Glass?
I think your notebook would appreciate being put to use.
Sounds like Father Time is knocking on your door...time to manifest your wildest dreams, Mr. Glass.
Perhaps. Maybe. Let the hands of Time be.
"In caves starved of natural light"
Is this how you describe your bedroom, Mr. Glass?
I think your notebook would appreciate being put to use.
Sounds like Father Time is knocking on your door...time to manifest your wildest dreams, Mr. Glass.