Trying to change the world, One poem at a time
What is it that a piece of art could giveWhat is that we receiveWhat is it , that we hold on so clingingly toWhat is it, in art you see ?
How weary was II felt I needed something more to beBut never did I realiseAll I needed was me
In the winds of changeStuck are you and meThe beauty lies in not knowingTomorrow where we'll be
Perfection is a wild fantasyScarcity lies in…
Too many broken hearts in your pocketLies that your mind watched unfoldA little too much guilt that you carried aroundA burden that you can no longer hold