PonyGhost

Alone in this adventure and I’m looking for the trap.   The catch, the clause, the small print, the hidden heap of crap.   Some places here are beautiful They smile, they soar, they shine.   But areas of doubt and dark are crossing all my lines. My lines are blurred and stretched and skew I’m doubting what I thought I knew I struggle to sort false from true I want to know the real you Right now I’m only writing I won’t recall these words My paperless adventure No help, no calculator No “work-out space”, no answers. Some injuries, no plasters.   It’s way too slow but faster My static speed