To my children
I'm sorry for not being there...
The worlds a weird place
Nobody can say a word...
In life,
What kind of Art are you...
There's a little bit of Heaven
At the bottom of my glass...
What is the point of living in boxes?
Of creating nothing, not even hope...
Oh humanity I do despair!
For all your wanton, callous care...
The earth has received you with open...
Your voices have been snatched and thrown by the...
While I sleep, on a cozy dream,
the Earth is a garbage can...
I once knew a girl bright, strong and alive
That girl could face anything alone and survive...
When we are alone
we play hide and seek...
My memories are disappearing,
From inside of me. My life is full...
On this tiny speck of cosmic dust,
which has been imagined to be thrust...