Sometimes I wonder

If this world is fair and just

As it once used to

dark was the dungeon

that made me abandon hope

almost completely

Life's become a race

Can't someone lower the pace

Stillness of the yore.

Acceptance, Thank you

Shuda Coulda Woulda; Nope!

Experience ?

Do you like the world?

Too much and you won't change it.

Not much, won't bother.

love is life itself

love feeding two or more souls

growing together

Ivy crawls slowly

Up the brick chimney and spouts

Hiding the faded

In a new black dress

She slides across the oak bar

Two shots of whiskey

a fuzzy, a crumb,

a sea, i wish i was some-

thing except for me

Passion is calling

Doubt rushes in, stalling fate

Time slips in, steals fate