Signal Mountain Road Posted on January 29, 2018 by Lisa Rosier Make your way, you, into my night-thoughts, bandying about Thrashing within my yesterdays, my tonights An eternal terrorist, it would seem, with no new tactics Age old, you’re old, I’m getting old and have had enough I will tell you this, though you will not hear: I am more More than this, more than us, more than you can handle The proof is how it took forever for you and that you’re still trying I’m still here, greater than any sum -look how you are less Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related