Pen & Pad. Chucks & Grass.

what more do I need?
a pen, a few pages
an open mentality, a stage.
planting my seeds wherever these chucks lay.
tippy-toeing through a garden of endless dreams
it seems death follows me oh too easily.
keeping mental foot notes to the side of each script,
heavily equipped to to blast off with ink.
no turning back, quick!
page flipped.

...melodics...