Oblivion
Walking amidst the sights, I nearly felt myself lost, Gypsies all around, selling trinkets at an enviable cost, The sun was just beginning to rise over the last tent, Such an aura of heavenly joy to this beautiful day it
Frontier
It is already late, but the night is still young, But my mind can’t go on, already high-strung, When the words begin to find the dawn, the day, I know that tonight, sleep has found its way. The morning brings
Multitude
Pushing my bag underneath, I climbed onto my berth, Crawling slowly, I dusted it for what it was worth, Stretching my legs, I turned around to have a look, Nothing out of the ordinary, so I got back to the
Undesire
Come to me not, as the cascading waterfall, Whose beauty lies, only in its own downfall, Whose bubbles only froth, when its heart is filed, Whose very purity, is always questioned and distilled. Come to me not, as the charming
Iscariot
One by one they emerge, slowly walking out, Stopping and asking each other, the way about, Though they all profess to have one common mind, Consensus is something humanity may never find. Only yesterday, it seemed we walked a common