So Standing in the middle of a deserted Walkway I Hear No sound Unusual in a big city To hear No sound The urban crane lies quiet As does The crawling Caterpillars Regeneration is the term For communal execution But change is dictated So change must replace Amen
Trespassing in the wake of hope I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama To feel charged is preferable to being drained What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable
my life is just that mine no one is qualified to say that I am right or I am wrong I live to my own rules like it loathe it I don't care I will not instruct or comment on how you live don't apply the same to me so there
Memories Do they belong to us Or the collective of spirits Past, present, future? Is this the reality we perceive to be our own Or are we on an endless loop The groundhog day of eternity
where are all the real people when you need them. no hidden agenda. just people. they used to come in all guises. family, neighbour, friend, drunk, ****** they new who they were and didn't try to hide, disguise or deny
He waited at the darkest point of the night Would the dream return Rain fell on the ground creating a new wave of hope Is it to be true Will it replace the problem that was his life
Here today Where tomorrow Who knows Back to the future The past will go I'm moving on 6.00 AM on the morning tide Maybe I should just forget my pride Got a new life Don't you know So Why Can't I Let you go