I stood amidst the shattered glass
that once I called my mind...

The stars hang brightly in the
obsidian bowl of the heavens...

Looking down from a high perch, there is a black...
amidst the endless flow of white collars...

My generation is made of plastic.
Plastic soldiers, plastic cars, plastic shirts and...

The boy sits in
A corner, looking at the masses...

Time holds on to us all.
It pushes, pulls, drags us kicking...

The paths I have taken drop
memories, covering my...

LHK
I miss many things, things that tear...