Girl at dividing road
Girl at dividing road

That so many things needs doing

Which I paid less attention to until it happened

So fast nearly breaking down brave hearts

Which for years has been built

To maintain and contain

All that could possibly be

Now or later deeds

Holding no one responsible than myself

It all never seems right, and then there is a question

If ever I know that questions should be ask before tempting solutions

I would have built my house in tin air

Where it hardly recognizes itself

Yes, little did I know what to do

Than it all happened at once


Spirit rising from body
Spirit rising from body

Oh, humble friend, whose works are but not limited to that which the eyes sees

In great depth and beyond what the ears can hear

Which ages has not been, yet your good fellow seeks

In haste and as chasing the winds here

Bad as it could be to hear

Which often leads to your early journey

Taken on afar and not near

Like reversing a key

Which is as but would not be compared to a drunk cup of coffee