Shadows and dust
are all that you left behind...

(this is a really personal, true poem of mine.)
Born to dusk...

Do you want to grab that book?
Do you want write those words...

What a curious place to be
the only thing you know is reality...

Deep progression in your soul
Moving toward less of what you truly know...

I listen to the wind as it passes me
gently caressing my soul...

For my girl.
Her Beauty shines amber Hues of white...

Curiousity,
Excitment...

I've got my baby.
And I couldn't be any happier, see...

**This song is about a friend who used to do...

Song - slow tempo
When you left before, I wanted control...

The soldier squared his shoulders,
as he slowly raised his head...