I attempt to heal with verse
lyrics that never fade for me...
beacon on the hill calling me in [hope]
I am little blind [naive...
I still feel like a child.
Maybe the universe isn’t so cruel...
I pick up my pen
But these words aren't flowing...
Are changes good or bad we will never truly know...
Life is like a ocean
When it is going good the waters are calm and with...
The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat...
The World is
a handful of colors...
It's here I go to find peace of mind.
Here to escape from earth and time...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
Questions wrapped up
in a chrysalis became...
.
a perfect ideal...