The wandering mind knows no answers, but only searches for them between the crevices. They lie, concealed in the dark, dusty spaces, waiting to be uncovered. But, they are rarely ever found. Eventually, they get covered with infinite layers of ignorance and get lost in time.
Oct 13, 2010
Her prying innocence could not be blamed
Her fortunate self had been spared the shame;
Noone would point a finger,
Noone would raise a hand,
Scotch-free, she'd walk the roads like a carefree child.