Parade Day

The streets are lined with waiting eyes, Wears are hawked for a price The hour to come will surely be nice We’ve all come for parade day, Except for me, it’s all too loud Sirens, air horns, and screaming crowds, But I must fake a smile somehow So they can enjoy parade day.

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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