Jodie Rose Coates
The Brownie Roundabout
The strange human mind is a cliff face of knowledge,
A smoky, dark cave or a dusty, old ledge...
Depending on how you look at it.
Our memories are crumbles of time as we know it.
The imprints of choices, tattoos of regret.
If I was to plunge to the depths of my childhood,
I know I would find there, a book full of thoughts...