The Ramblings of Sorcery
Spell me the future young wit
Show me so that I can see what I make of it
Do not concern yourself on what you transmit
It is I who holds the the keys to the split
Yes the false past I do flit
Back with you to the pit
CommentsA Poem for Friday
Friday
We all Know
One Day to go
Eight Hours to see
Still busy as a bee
Will time be on my side
Fast as the Tide
Bore a over the mundane
Bring us back to the weekend again
Friday
