Poetry

Hours became days, Days are years now, The night sky is still bright. Time dances around me in circles, As changes shove me into a maze.

Poetry

Today Faith is the shoulder on whom we place the weapon that fires pills that people refuse to swallow otherwise. Its time to realize that.

Poetry

We have seen people, failures, situations and a lot of other things individually changing people's lives, but the author here gives it away to a city, his city, highlighting all the significant bits.