Good Reason

I always ask you what you’re thinking You always say your somethings are nothing I always think all my nothings...

As good as it gets A relative term in relativistic applications Humans always want more There is always a degree...

Thunderbirds aptly named pass overhead in reformation, blending into the blinding blue Hawks soar more impressively Falcons jet on their...

My shadow casts my next move My footprints write my history Repeating itself Proudly written by the victor Humbly left...

I write because no one hears me speak Of course, then no one reads it But me Over and over...

The acropolis is an apocalypse What pain do I choose to endure? Happiness emerges from struggle But it should be...