Outspoken Poet's Blog

Today I stroll down memory lane.
Across the path of my mistakes,
and under the arch of my triumphs,
where my pile of dissapointments lays.
It's a personal voyage that I've taken many times.
And every time at the end of the line
I shun and close my eyes.
They expand wide shut,
as I fall back into my state.
An abnormal normality.
Dreaming a reality,
whilst dreaming in reality.