The ink is fading on my page
Fragile the threads I choose to weave...
When I fill my world with purposes
Living becomes pertinent...
I come from my dream time
I am a little confused...
Happiness is paid for when you kick ego out the...
When they going to find a pill, to cure
Ignorance, stupidly and conspiracies theory...
I pray,
let light be...
When I talk, are you hearing me now?
You know when we begin to fight...
I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around...
...
crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...
When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...
I am at the foot of that dam mountain again
Stretching...