A trick of ones mind
were hands quicker than the eye...
These thoughts they fill my head.
Everyday is a nonstop collision...
dirty streets
with simple hands...
I shall not take a drop for granted
Of spring and summer rain...
A virus
that spreads like wildfire...
live up to a name
that is what they all wish...
I do care...
They dont even care to know...
We can cry, ask why
Want to curl up and die...
Sunrise is spring
midday is summer...
THE SMILING LION
The Beggars only true friend, his grief and sorrow...
There's a sliver missing tonight
The edge is a burnt orange...
the cold side of december,
where is the war...