Two little fingers
playing little game...
One little candle
Burning bright...
The last stroke
presented a piece of art...
Starting over again,
Do you think it's too late...
Is darkness beauty?
Or guilty pleasure...
I was alone in a Mini bus,
marooned in an ashen sea. A half-open...
No matter how they try,
It always seems to me...
Alone you sit
Behind the wheel...
I used to wonder about my style my hair
Until i realized nobody cared...
The sun is my deity.
Born and dead again each day...
Against the wind ,Against the wall, Against the...
and through it all. We all have struggles, must...
They could never understand,
what you set out to do...