dmac3933
I dance like the king of the eyesores because I've been feeling blue for a while now. The red combats that. I keep my wand in hand as I travel beyond my wanderlust and into the wonderdust of adult life. This piece has been influenced by the emotions of a sorrow song. A somber beautiful trip a solid bowling ball a rhyme once lost. And I'm happy to be where I am but sad to be where I'm not. I keep my wand in hand and try to put it to rhythm, once again failing to succeed at all the things we've set forth on our paths.