I wonder...
should the walls...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...
I could have been good,
I could have been bad...
A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...
My mind is controlled by
societies whispers - I hear...
Pardon, for the loss of freedom
For the loss of the smell of the ocean...
I Live in A NarrowMinded Society
And I Refuse to Accept That...
We were 5 and 7
when mornings tasted...
Most men get married
because they reach fatigue stage...
He flies
his tattered kite...
Surrounded by walls
Walls full of pride...
Everyday,
I wake up to the screams of this world...