unbudging,yet full of turns and suprises
many people gaze upon nothing but the clouds
for their rays of light almost never penetrate
if the some that see a little black could see what i have,
their eyes would be torn out by their own hands
for what they glimpse will make them cry
yet, i hang on to the drindle of hope i have
and, for now, i dream of a new,better day
that's all for now, keep checking in to hear my woes of greatness,though my life could be better
~Link~