Yes, I must admit, I’m some kind of addict. I’m a bee buzzing for a score of pollen or I’m a bear jonesin for a pawful of honey. and/maybe/either/or, I’m a seeker in the desert, who has lost myself on purpose, so I can find my new way out. 12`12`06 M. L. Michael
some kind of addict
Yes, I must admit,
I’m some kind of addict.
I’m a bee buzzing for a score of pollen
or I’m a bear jonesin for a pawful of honey.
and/maybe/either/or,
I’m a seeker in the desert,
who has lost myself on purpose
,
so I can find my new way
out[…]
Every Breath Poetic 