| David Jon Foster Art |
| Untold Moons some untold moons have come and gone still my mind has not set me free are the waves of thought that flow through, a great gift from my creator a gift that I have always longed for or a great curse from the spirits that lurk inside me I feel I am in my final hours music is my only friend the flowing waves of thought cut me deep and sharp through my heart… as the wine spills, the waves give me such joy as I feel my life slipping away weaker each day trying in vain to recover from this torment… I still love it I can’t stop it I can no longer live under the burden that haunts me what else is there I have no strength left to search for answers this was not supposed to be Is this my destiny I must confront it now before it is too late it is too late an eternity could pass and still my mind would not set me free this can not be a gift but how can any thing else smell so sweet I now pray for the last drop to be gone that I may rest in peace because I just can't figure it out .... |
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