The walls are high,
and the fog is thick.
I have a pencil in my hand,
and the world asks a question.
The candle is burning,
and the dark night is falling.
Do not stray from the question.
Face it head on.
8.18.2025
Hope
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
The walls are high,
and the fog is thick.
I have a pencil in my hand,
and the world asks a question.
The candle is burning,
and the dark night is falling.
Do not stray from the question.
Face it head on.
8.18.2025
Ralph with Coffee 