Little signs are not good.
We all seek boldness.
Cofindence understood
Is what control is.
She seeks control

It’s all just tender expressions
Spender of cash
On dreadful obsessions
Sender of trashed
Vocal confessions

As I lay dying
I can’t help but say
I might beat this
I may

Back in the day
Before I knew
The way
I would have gotten mad
At what you

Conversations
Over-grown
Situations
That plateau
Habitations

I was once walking down
Pasture lane when crows flew over
Then I thought of subtle rain
Pouring over the dead....
And golden sunsets bless this visi

If it’s wanted then you can’t lack
It was haunted then grew back
So I flaunt it to dream I can ena
Dropping words without facts
But somehow I feel and simple and

I let my actions control my emotio
Not the other way around.
When I let this notion permeate,
It’s such a happy sound.
To know you are in control in the

Death come for all us
All of us alike...
So why are we concerned
With color and height?

In the worst time
I always loose focus
All these great lines
How do I show this
Can you rewind