You and I are alike, we have a pulse trying
and footprints guiding us forward...
Time flies by like birds,
fleeing the winter, except...
Paranoia,
becomes security...
One by one our time will come
I feared that thought when I was young...
Man has two women -
In the first woman's belly...
If I was born free,
then I am a bird of flight...
An old class photo
picturing innocent smiles...
The burden of over ease is boredom, creativity's...
a fell rumble of ideas connotes the future's sense...
There is a place I know of
where winters come alive...
Took away a gun
found my name on the bullets...
Seeds
Turn into sprouts...
Sandstorm and rain
This house of pain...