In The Pipeline Filling In Time

A soul under water
An anonymous life

A prison in the mind
An eternal disguise

Sony Guts

The swing moves under the weight of forgotten horizons

Nature closes for the night

A distant sound muffled by mechanical intrusions

Tomorrow will be different

Voice Of An Angel

One step ahead of an overdue reckoning  

Softening blows, greasing palms, diffusing potential

Midnight in the garden of terminal sunshine

Wait for the carriage filled with unsettled debts

Can We Rewind The Way We Feel?

Thankful for the persistence of caring

Truthful memories imprint my reality

Uncomfortable paths reveal a new resurrection

Unwilling to oblige and let time slip away