There might be pain in store
(There's aways pain in store)
There might be sunny times
(There's always sun outside)
this winding road ahead
who knows how far will stride
(this road of yours and mine)
I'm scared of all the dreams
the dreams that we could make
(it's all so easy now
while we are both so light)
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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