Some of us are migratory. The creative spark, It doesn’t thrive in in monotony, No matter how wonderful the monotony. Taking off to new lands Where the foraging is fresh Where the fruit is in season Where standing still is never an option.
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The Mystery
Once thought so clear It seemed so straightforward If only I walked the path There would be no trouble, no pain. I’ve walked the path Pain and Trouble Abound Conflict raises its hand War is unavoidable to keep walking the same road. What once seemed so clear Now appears so muddled What once was soContinue reading “The Mystery”
Ryan Bowser 