Poetic Dan

I don\'t see a poetic mind

I don\'t see a poetic mind, I just like it when mine rhymes


For the salt from the tears on my face, dry with hidden disgrace


I don\'t want to turn back from the path I choose


When reality is something and nothing to lose


The fear maybe gone but what about the blues


I know I\'m never alone with or without you


This love was taken and never really had wings


Only a billion metaphors of making better dreams


The higher you go, the further there is to fall


Until you\'re left with only the writings on a wall