Comments about Junius Barnes
Walking In A Shadow
Walking in my shadow, getting ready to battle the world, but it seem i'm standing in a kettle of corn.i'm buried the hassle.like a saddle.
Walking in a shadow, there comes a time when you paddle to shore, like a cattle i'm sick of walking shadow of people who put a veil over life.
At night, being followed by a person i don't know.when i stop, he stops.when i run, he runs.he stands looking at me with a menacing smile, with wild eyes like beast on the pry.