The Years In My Life

There comes a time in life, When the taste of wine seems bitter and salty, And the smell of the spring is dull. When the new is old, And dev...

Let you be you for a little while, Let me be me for a little while, A little unfinished and a little bit jagged, A little unrefined and a li...

The colour of my skin, The creed of my birth, The place of my right, Will, no more, my name shall be. Free at long last will I be. The ...

Tall Windowless and dead Towering to the cloud. Convoluted Imposing and endlessly stacked  Noiseless, and yet, loud. Spartan  Dull an...