Boundaries of privacy-
treacherous wires traced...
Walking barefoot has never felt this good,
to throw restrictions further...
Lost connection,
Grey flesh, concrete...
Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...
Where do all of these people
come from...
I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...
O Calliope, muse of epic poetry,
Help me in seeking strength...
Hatred in my music
Blaring in my ears...
Hold me down and force your lies
Choke the truth with your disguise...
Maybe tonight we can
forget about it all...
You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...
Years ago, man sought it's passage
Built pyramids, towers...