We met on my first ever RRT code...
We met when the dead were so fresh they still...
This is not a spark from any fire,
It is not a play or a devious trick of light...
With frost bitten fingers
And feet cold and numb...
Rest your weary mind now
Allow everything to go...
Dogs and Children, too
should be greeted with a smile...
I wander through this carnival,
And I see those flashing lights...
Poem has pure thoughts like river
That decreases our mental fever...
I’m being pulled in two different directions
Trying to match up to two different sets of...
What is Sleep?
Its that thing...
We all hide behind a mask,
the one we want everyone to see...
Home
I'm going home...
By principles,
We limit freedom...