Pygmalion
I look for things more often, when they are ones I cannot see, I know they were, because they are so clear in my mind, And once visible, my mind refuses to merely let them be, It pushes me to
Lake Infinity
Just when I was almost pleased at seeing the first rays of dawn, I was dejected, that they weren’t looking for my lawn, It seemed everyone took pleasure in provoking me into delight, And then reminding me, there was no
Palace Lights
The darkness of the world snuffs the last of the lights out, If only for half a day, the night has considerable clout, But the night is merely a stage for my insecurities to play, A backdrop so tempting, that