Comments about Corny Black
You cannot count on both hands the amount of times
I have questioned every dream and wish and hope
Existence can hold for you
Is such a thing possible?
Plastered on the walls of your mind
And hiding the truth behind
With a symbiotic protection we may call ‘love’
But when you realise what may be above
Then you realise that this cannot be
Perhaps I find myself thinking too much
Or perhaps I can’t find myself because
I’m not here
And neither are you
But for a model of a mock-up of a ...