I Do
The eyes are moist, but I know they do not for anything weep, Just that, imprinted images are the hardest memories to keep, You let them flow away believing there will be something new, But there isn’t anything new, you
Highway to Pandora
I was hitchhiking my way, when the samaritan came along, I smiled at him, seeing no harm in walking as a throng, Only on seeing lonely wayfarers dying, did the thought finally occur, On how every fellow traveller was company