“Don’t die growing up,” a dull moan groans,
in a voice lost long ago.
Life is the moment, not likes on a page;
Not social mind games, labels or names;
Not hypnotised by snake eyes,
in disguise.
“Don’t die growing up,” a dull moan groans,
in a voice lost long ago.
Life is the moment, not likes on a page;
Not social mind games, labels or names;
Not hypnotised by snake eyes,
in disguise.
Robert Walker 