From the fog I emerged opposing the the needle as the road submitted to my acceleration the white line broken merging with my constant velocity driving me to return to the childhood past to celebrate the traditions with the living half of whom gave me life the one with whom I fought disappointed despaired by my difference lacking in conformity and sometimes I hurt from the flippancy annoyed by the hesitancy we found our common ground learning to understand and built our bond beyond duty and blood ties to become friends comfortable in our company and coexistence. Listening to my philosophy caring about my problems Now when my words are misunderstood, is not from lack of comprehension. Just a lack of hearing. - Ciaran Burke
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.