Stuck in placeUpon a world spinningOut of controlWaiting for a stormWe hope will soon passWearing masks, as if to hide…
I am not a child of our kindThat reign this earth.I can't see through thisGhostly fog Hung under the deserted skyin…
I was always sick when I was smallBound to my bed by every passing bugMama read me Robert Louis StevensonAs I perched on the mast of…