For inside I wonder...

What the dreams may be
As it's uncertain like one's destiny,
but can it be as it's been in time
as now as constant as time's demise
for where we rise
is where we fall
into the other
connected all...
silence is the life of a life
who's only life was a sick disguise
in the skies 
the heart can fly or when the sheeps
has left your sleep
to jump the fence
of no amends. 
Category:Catalog