Seeds sewn were weeds are growing
Make easy going a need for knowing...

a subject of possibilities
subjected to lost identities...

They wait
They watch...

Cup half empty leads us to spiritual warfare
looking for happiness in whatever soars there...

You get mad right?
You have times when your sad at night...

Son of a Cannon
Not to be camped on...

Soft as Doves
aloft with love...

Life changes so fast
The next day is what we yearn for...

Mitochondria uncoupling to suplicate
Taking a stance to subjugate...

When I see you again
on the other end...

When building always keep in mind ...
The inspectors...

Fading in the skin
Shades of death sink within...