I sometimes sit awake at night unsure what I should do, swimming through my thoughts yeah, all the worries of the day. I guess I like the solitude,
Greatness... Born of hearts desire, flame of inner fire. Dies to quiet fear, fades and disappears or,
When will it be that it’s my time… I see all the signs in the air. Must I wait through storms til th… or is there a milder path there? When I was young, I never spent t…
Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods
In the middle of life there’s a mo… Reminiscing, regretting, “Is ther… Looking out in both ways from the… as I tumble and shrink to an infin… For I know forever has no end of…
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
Sat through another non-eventful f… while trying hard to feel somethin… Trying hard to find my way back to… I didn’t have to sit in this damn… For every day now seems a bit more…
Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…
I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also
The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…
My heart aches with no reason why. Though things are fine, these tear… Those I know don’t understand and half the time I’m just like th… I’ve searched and sought.
Why do we always end up in the pla… Why is it freedom fades away and d… I think the problem lies within th… for it is not to win the war then… with vigilance. No sadly this is n…
It was a beautiful story, I wish it was my own. It makes me think of you, so every now and then I turn it on.
A road begun, so distant. A masterpiece, insistent. Divided rolls at parting, provided each a farthing with usury demanding.
