Intellectual coffee is making me sleep
While the thoughts in my brain are making me weep
A drifter on sheets which mark down my place
You can see the direction, just look at my face
I’ll draw out this compass as well as the map
Just keep my hand moving or fall into a nap
After seeing your name multiple times down the list of posts, I decided to read one of them. Well, to be honest I was expecting you to be a much better writer. You’re work isn’t good, nor bad. It reminds me somewhat of High School poetry; the kind your friend proudly writes, gets you to read, and then tells you how bad it is so you can tell him “It’s good, trust me”… Well that’s my opinion, right or wrong in your eyes.
lol
I wrote that one in high school
but as to your critique… meh, you can’t win em all