as a kid there's nothing like wasting away inside a tiny room sitting on the backrest of the couch looking out the window and seeing her tread through the rain
There is no right or wrong Living in the "Now" shan't always be the norm Partly existing in the past absorbing the essence and holding the grasp Counting on the unknowns and wanting them to be one of my own. This is Me.. Breathing on these extremes
We transit in the middle of this geomobile While we sail towards Caesar's lunar May we ferry in a fair weather And our glide be gladly stormless But if the gale be roughly stormful May Christ our Lord the tide be stilled For this is our faith in a humble prayer.