Where are we?
Don’t recognize this street.
Just like following you,
I hope the driver knows
Where he’s going.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Where are we?
Don’t recognize this street.
Just like following you,
I hope the driver knows
Where he’s going.
– Vagabond Prophet
Everywhere I go
I see grown ass men
Taking baby steps
To avoid collisions
With their decisions.
– Vagabond Prophet
Thought of the morning: Why is it that my employer will give me bereavement pay and time off when a family member dies but not when a character I love dies?
– Vagabond Prophet