Orbit
Few people know, that fearlessness, is what comes at the end, That’s because very few of them have gone around the bend, They haven’t yet known a height from which they can never descend, Never been in a position from
One Step
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see myself all wrong, Causing me to doubt the truth I had known for so long, When left seems like right, surely something isn’t right, Maybe it was the reflection, or perchance the
Nightfalls
Nobody seems to understand, though it is a simple fact, It seems they believe you’re a party to this daily pact, Going it appears, into nothingness at the hint of dawn, Happy that the sun is breaking out on another
Sad Cypress
A few years ago, they took me away, cuffed and chained, Only doing their duty, they knew not how much it pained, Days, weeks, months I have sat, staring at the bars, Awaiting the day to fly and converse with
Corridors
Walking away from today’s corridors devoid of light, My chances of fully breaking free seem but slight, Finally a flicker, the sunrays begin to draw myriad shapes, While my mind is busy scripting one of its greatest escapes. Although my