Comments about Jody Palmer
It’s a long road
through a windswept soul
of corners that stay dark and bury
what divides and makes up, well…you
Compacting the truth
became no one asks…”Who are you, really? ”
but judge tiny infractions
of the casualties in conversations
the real essence of individuality.
Depth is beyond interest, relations
and everyone wants the easy way out.
A carefree stroll on the outskirts of the soul…
They say what’s easy…”Hey, how are you? Great!
Now listen to
me, me, me, me…”