i write..it's hard for me to reveal my work on the net, but here goes- one of my bits (havn't found a name for it yet...)
looking for a little sanity in this sea of madness or a lot of madness in this sea of sanity. looking for a place to belong to- exactly as I am, no games, no masks, no conscience or super ego. a place where everything is out in the open, where everything is allowed, a place where the journey after happiness justifies everything. the background changes but not the look, that mysterious expression in your eyes, in your essence. what would you say if you could say anything? what would you do? are you a prisinor in a prison of limits? in a small cell with no windows that defines what's wrong and what's right? why won't you let the wind blur the lines and get you closer to me...
