Too, taste a world,
real live fantasy dream! Hidden within a vagabond imagination dusty waves, back alley streams….
i travel within the days, given to a life… And am reminded about a corrupted Vancity Bank.. The misplacement of donations, to a street living vagabond wondering the streets of a city… Once to believe it could called home..
Only time will, softly tick by… Imagine this as a vagabond waves within a deformed hand, at a land, which use to be free…
What ever happened to canada?