This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…

The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…

So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…

I used to have a reason to get up and fight for truth. I used to have light in my eyes to know I’d be with you. I used to have a lot of things

How odd this ragged stranger seems who jarred me from my frozen stare… at dust and dreams and other thing… for which I spend my time and care… No other man hath paid him mind,

With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.

Alone I sit upon this throne, alo… The meat I have, the clothes I we… none in the land has such as I, no… Yet not a single one of them can c… I do recall oh yes, the time when…

Each day I run, each day I hide from the me I’ve locked inside. The me I made in younger years. The me reflected in my tears. The me my mother warned me of,

I sat today midst the happy smiles of a children’s song, and for just… I was happy too, for what else sho… from a happy day and a happy song. But, it came again just like every…

A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…

When forever finally comes to town… when it stands outside to knock up… I’ll hide inside, not make a sound… get on the ground, lay in the dark… And if forever’s not deterred, no…

Living every day, wondering why I… never really knowing why I’m here. Singing every song, always going w… feeling like I always live in fear… Hating what I see, wanting more t…

No bird remains to sing his song. so silence pounds the whole day lo… In beat with memory of the day I clapped to make him go away. The fault, it clearly lies with me

There’s a heart that beats and a clock that chimes. Moments pass as they both keep tim… Opportunities lost again. Words don’t flow from an idle pen.

You can buy land and home across this world made of stone, gathering more into barns than the… You can travel and see every sight there may be