Chronicles of the South
To the lost stories and souls that permeate the south
Living in a world so small and so large, I have recurring nightmares. I can’t seem to get out, and I can’t seem to get in.
The days just cycle thru, they pass me up and forget about me.
I see the south. A never ending journey through the same story.
“We are falling and falling and waiting, standing around waiting for that man that is supposed to pick us up.”
Rise, children! Rise and meet the stars.
Your time has arrived, there is no more waiting.
