They say time is the travels of the Sun
As it makes it's rounds through outer space...
What happens to society
When it hits a dead end...
That tornado is not mine.
My defects are far more elegant...
I'm tired
more tired...
As I have traveled through life
telling the difference was quite an experience...
Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...
In a late night thunder storm,
I heard the wind kiss the rain...
Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...
The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...
One must remain hopeful
In a world full of greed...
A lot of times in our Life
We find reasons to complain...
Oh ruler of all worlds
I plead and pray for another...