“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

Within a privacy of a room, with curtains closed,
and a dim light, a wife politely asked her...

Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...

i
a wooden desk at the corner of the room...

Heaven! Heaven! Where are you?
I searched for you in dreams I dreamt...

I dreamt I was a bench
where people sat to see...

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...

I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries...

whenever I’m hot
my ceiling fan gets turn on...

Professor Cortese, with all due respect,
I bring my self to take more than one step...

I want to travel the world of your thoughts,
I want to visit your heart and settle there once...

I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...