There comes a time for everything.
We have no control of it, we can not gauge it...

I do not write poems or rhymes.
They write themselves...

Considered as a hermit
Though we do not have a cave...

I feel like I'm empty inside
There is definitely a void...

Ooh look at you in your flash car.
You should really learn to drive...

There is a black bridge over the river.
Are you sure you wish to cross...

Measure your footsteps carefully
Be wary of where you tread...

Once again I'm traveling
I know not where I'm going...

I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...

I don't think I write poetry.
Though sometimes I write rhymes...

One man's pleasure
Is another man's pain...

Magic has a colour!
It is not a shade that you can't see...