By 20th June 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

They say that times a healer,
if time that’s what I got,
I’ve all the time in this world,
whether healed or not.

The sane minds just a jigsaw,
with every piece in place,
but mines more like a puzzle,
played in orbit outer space.

To escape the ghosts of yesteryear,
is a beast I can’t quite tame,
coz every road I aim to cross,
has Casper for its name.

The journey I see before me,
has a path that’s still unclear,
the castle of my future,
needs not foundations built on fear.

I turn a page of time now,
in the journal of my years,
time to wash away my demons,
with Johnsons no more tears.

Ross de Freitas

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