Broken Spirits

You complement me Good boy, good job, As those on my back do bob I’m not happy, can’t you see, My head hangs down My tail has gone still I want to go where I will In rolling fields of green and brown I do my job, do as you say All for my daily water and hay Not your praise, or whip, I fear it It’s simply because you broke my spirit.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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