I feel out of placeIronicallyA poet in a world of wordsThe writer's paradise is perhaps the cause of my boredom?Catalogued faces, races, racingTo the ..
The parade of sinners is a spinning circleA soothing loop for an adequate observer like meThe performers entangle on a king's messageMy feet dangle on..
Now this oneThis one comes like a flashing light in the nightOh dear I never see youYou're either to brightOr too dark For my mind to make outOn what ..
Under tired eyesAll but her reflection dazes my gazeGlitter and flairHow beautiful, my star, you've grownAs unknown to me you glide over soaring steps..