Wrong Kind of People I should accept that sometimes in life You can meet the wrong kind of people It’s like a visit to an unknown church Where you cannot see the steeple
Spider on a fly Catch me lame Pray on my weakness You can slow me down When I’m sleepless I get carried away When I’m confused So whatever you say Will be something true
Autumn Calling Let the leaves lie They’ll depart this earth when they are bored See that grey sky It’s nature sharpening its winter sword The eerie quiet Interrupted by a crow
Robots Politicians & Strangers I never consented to a life so demented With aliens tormenting my soul I gave neither permission nor limp submission To my world being in the control