How, in jungles,
the strong separate...
How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...
Be there for me
With that beautiful warm smile...
Let silence speak
instead of your voices...
In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...
Before he could finish
his figure eight...
Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...
psychiatry people with degrees professors
sometimes abuse their power try to control...
In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...
They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...
Inhale,
life whispers...
The winter is
Killing me softly...