Dirty Gold Locket

He kept his dreams in his pocket
there was a picture of her
in a dirty gold locket
he had dreams that had dreams of their own
even when he was lost out on the road
he was never alone

M.S. Morrison

Tomorrow

I have no knowledge

about what will happen tomorrow

No chip in the game

I can only tell you when the sun comes up

the world will look different

But the plot will be the same…

M.S. Morrison