Foundry
Mocking, they said, for the both of us it wouldn’t work out, That, all it would take is a match stick, for both of us to burn out, And for a while it seemed we both too, were in doubt,
Ten Percent
Often, the stories we hear from unfortunate brothers are the same, Stories of loss, stories of failure to keep ahead in the game, Whatever their story, all that seems to change is the name, The rest is simply different shades,
Sitting Bull
For as long as the oldest among us has known, We owned everything in sight over which the eagle has flown, But those days and the eagle were about to be numbered, And history textbooks was the only place we
Sleeping Buds
Looking around at their cousins taking in the sun, Life for flora was definitely a whole lot of fun, All they had to do, was bide their today as a bud, And tomorrow would show the magic that grew from
Runway 77
Every so often, you think, the power to choose is a birthright, And so you set about, trying to separate the day from night, Only to realise that, in order to appreciate the light, You need to sometimes sacrifice your