Reid@YWP

I have searched

For years to find

The blueprint

That people have tried

Oh so hard to follow

It is now that I realize

There is no blueprint

No one gets to design me

And be the architect

It was the little things that made Martha want to leave home.

A perfect ride

Is equal to music 

Each turn is a sound 

That adds to the song

A green a blue a black

Slow

Medium

You spend most of your childhood wanting to grow up. You dream of all the things you'll do, the people you'll meet, the freedom of a life where you are the captain of your own ship.

I never thought about you in the daytime 

When the sun spread like melted butter over the dwindling 

Blueberry bushes. 

I’d scavenge with them