to the west
where time flies
and the dead rest,
sorrow and pain
in love again?

do you remember,
watching your bedroom come alive
not knowing too much
at the age of five
but knowing such,
that this was magical and weird

i heard the sideboard ornaments
as they tumbled and fell
i hear their voices
as they whisper then yell

it is magic
it is the magic
like a symbol peace
it can be something more

it was the dusky dawn
i came crawling out of my sleep
with a parched throat
and ravenous hunger
as i awoke,
i dreamt of something to eat

but there must be things you want
things you want to do
but i guess it does not really matter
it is up to you

Something Quick i am, a foolish man i do not look and sometimes, i do not understand James Garratt – … More

different technology
different objectives
different ways to be
looking back,
i was such a different me
i know i was younger

but soon it was man against man
as the demon violated their race
and became one of them
and as the first tree ever grown
watched from afar
it watched men lose that battle

traveller, seeking food and shelter
as they walked, they got thirstier
from waiting so long
outside the door of heaven
where the angel busks its song