Though said that I have principles, ideals and dreams of better futures worth the building, is the truth not rather, somehow still, that no thought of mine ever soared so high that I didn’t, beneath it, secretly yearn to shear […]
How I Long To Believe –
How I long to believe in something – how the world lets me down each time I try – everything I believe in seems destined to wither and die – My heart remains full of visions as my mind stays […]
The Burial of Liberty
You gifted me a beautiful word but as I touched it fell apart Bits of dream now litter the floor of chattering people’s wills where left to wither they bury all ideals