Distances grow
All is one track...

What kind of man do I want to be?
What type of life do I want to lead...

The young man looked up to the old,
And the old man remembered his track...

I feel like writing a poem.
What springs to mind...

As the innocent fall victim to the merciless,
And the near innocent sit silent in room...

Truth is subjective.
Trust is relative...

I'm a free spirit.
- I wine and dine alone...

I am an incredibly selfish person.
Yet I want to improve other people's lives...