Troubled sons moving within a squared circle.
The Matrix is just a memory.
When doves cry?
Tomorrow seems so far away for passionate youth.
I travel down "The Yellowbrick Road."
Sleepy eyes hold on for dear life.
Dark skies Illuminate a barren sky.
Please Mr. Poastman, sing!
4 pm. Another day to think about faults/failures in a 24/7 society. The "crying" game becomes a badge of honor now. Yell?
I find myself at unfamiliar crossroads
Shooting stars affect a carefree soul
Time to surrender?
Flawed humans trying to survive
Friday moves me towards truth
Too tired!
Too apathetic
Problems evolving at their own pace now.
Yesterday disappears quietly
Schoolchildren singing sad songs
Why!
Mrs Jones taps me on the knuckles; I stare out of a closed window into what could be. Destiny becoming my long lost cousin.
Losing my religion?
Quiet walks.
Sunny smiles taking me to heaven.
Mother Nature seeks peace of mind.
I laugh;I cry.
Spoken words push me down a dangerous path.
Reality bites!
A few cold brews illuminate a soul.
Sunset closing another chapter.
RIP.