Kowland Weiczyk
Towel Shame
The towel has been thrown. The seed I thought I planted has seemingly vanished, or grown deep in the ground, hidden but growing by the day. For none to see but for me to pay. And so I throw it in, the towel lands near by, what happens from here on out I try dearly not to think about. But I have thrown it in, nothing there to win, perhaps it's a shame, but I do so with a grin.
From Letras Mania