After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave

Two flies were sitting together,
And one was smacked right on the head,
The other one did fly away.
The unfortunate one lay dead;
A third fly arrived on the scene,
On the ground was his lifeless friend,
He felt lucky that he was late,
Or else that could have been his end.

Poetry is the gateway to my healing
as eyes are the window to the soul

the eagles flying
to hotel california
I drink pink champagne

the mirrored ceiling
reflects their lyrical flight
music in mountain

the doorman smiling
as you check out this dark night
you can never leave