A tempest freed from shackles
and a moving wall of water gently flows
a far shore appears, nearer to the eye than it ever has peered
and the flow of words echoes continuously evermore, everlasting in my mind
A tempest freed from shackles
and a moving wall of water gently flows
a far shore appears, nearer to the eye than it ever has peered
and the flow of words echoes continuously evermore, everlasting in my mind
As the theme song played through my iTunes, I remembered that I logged onto here to complain again.
And complain I shall.
This time, it's personal. And very political.