Since time compressed its game awaywith aiming bubbles everyday,my thoughts depend on coffee play,bicycle running like through day,ideas’ table could essaythrough older me, childhood’s portray.
Looking out from my window, I glanced at the skyThen I thought what makes these moments quick to fly. I wished I could pause the
There run through the timeThe rivers of dreams,While looking to shineMy senses and mean. There flew through the spaceNice smiles from the hope,While looking for
What kind of tearsdo the wishes face?Lonely through my spacewalk away from fears. Dancing with the Faith,singing to the Moon,smiling always soonto the Morning mate.
It’s raining music from the skies, From blue it’s pouring warm rejoice. The tenderness is sprinkling voice Of wander colouring the eyes. It’s raining love behind the fall When
Another interview, another thoughts brought to the hoping table. I stepped in with enthusiasm, convinced myself on this occasion I will be lucky. My optimistic