The great adventure(2)

Some one

Some where

said it

wrote it.

In a hole on the ground,

but here up here where all things go away and fade away,

I must say it is not a hole,

it is a whole but not grounded.

It is unhinged and swaying with fogginess in its wake,

It is weary and its past worries,

it had became a warrior of worries.

For I had it on far too long to be used,

and so it has not been used.

Nor its uses have it be misused.

But only to be used by myself,

or it has been kind of abused in the past

yet it seems only anger it rages.

So it may have been ranting far too long and noisy on my part.