WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...
And it came, November.
The third time he asked a favor...
prophets and sages are all swimming in the dark...
what is in store for all of us...
Good thing I'm a writer.
I play with words and not with fire...
crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...
you see what you want to see!
your spin dictates your narrative...
Blue balloons glint up in the sky,
Making us wonder why...
power is the God of this planet
no immortal benevolent being, to save the day...
without waves the sea becomes a pond
the moon retired...
I know how to end,
The life of a mockingbird...
You can not cover
Who you really are, over...
logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...