Phobic Condition

Phobic condition I woke up it was afternoon and I had made guest appearance in my dream. it was winter I stayed on the sunny side of the road watching you struggling with your emotions. I shook my head and told the swans flying to Africa, on the way he never gets past sixteen and his wings are not properly developed. Stop making excuses we have seen him fly, at night he lacks the courage to make it in public if you leave him alone and stop worrying he just might make it to the podium and speak his poetry