Timeis knocking on you doorhewants to give you morebuttime is not forgiving.Timehe counts your every moveheplaces you in the queueyounow resort to beg..
As the story goesanother chapter unfoldsrevealing the pages creasedbeyond the epiloguelies the truth beneath.The uncertainty unknown,the train of fict..
As the tree of life growsnamely the family treethe passing on of genesgood or bad followsto be accepted graciouslyand tolerated in small amounts.Anyth..
In the hologram of my mindwhere the sun sunk deepwind blows shadows falling-a golden mind's fall.Where one forgetsthe roads most travellednow dead end..