Poems from mysticmorrow

A work in progress. A dork of many interests. Barely afloat, but fighting for flight.
Maybe I’m just here to entertain and when the mic has dropped there goes my hoax of sane a performer perhaps but a *person* -too much...
I am not just a number.   This is real to me. This is not just another story. It’s mine.   Sweep it away to the corners of that place...