Music Makes

Everybody makes mistakes. Some, don't ever learn from them.

This is a place for poems

running is quicker but walking conserves energy

I keep telling myself it’ll be alright, I’m floating on an uneasy river and we’re dreaming. I’ll meet up with you again someday. I’m sure we’ll chat and maybe share something special. As for the moment I’m in, you cannot occupy this same time. This space knows nothing of you, and has nothing for you. Wish me luck. I’m not turning my back on you, we’re attached by rope. You can follow if you like, just not too close.