We Don’t Need Roads
Finding myself in darker places
Places of memories past; of a future misplaced and never had
Tear and tear begats a river thence of an ardent, yet forlorn hope
Walking love down the lane of never haves
Voice crying out, strident passion plays from this alien source
the Familiar tone and cadence alike, not alien, just unknown for many a year
Kyle, is that you?!?
klpprsn: me without the vowels 