Like that annoying little tingle,
As wind rushes past your ear...
I'm surrounded by the worlds negatives
Dealing with lifes deficts I've learned the...
...
Love your life, well I hate mine. You would never...
The grass and the trees
A top soil and stone...
A man's wealth is not determined by
the contents of his pockets...
Balancing appearance drifts,
One face to another lifts...
He saw a lot of red in his days
Crimson against fair sand, russet hide...
We mock, and we tear, and we break, and we rip,
Because we judge, and we assume, and we analyze...
In a country more concerned about Avon than...
Silence when the games on...
Deep encounters of the soul,
are only but a quick glimpse of reality...
It is our time, it can never be over,
That is what they said, it is like the saint days...
When something seems flawless;
Perfect hair, stunning smile...