Where Are These Precious Moments




Where are these precious moments
Stolen from our heads while we slept
Dwindling doses from the nation’s night
We’re treading water, but we’re out of our depth
Curled up on the dilapidated chaise lounge
Rethinking the possibilities of our crisis
Just a refugee from society’s judgement
Seeking enlightenment in spite of our vices


I Took A Stroll Down By The Water


I took a stroll down by the water
I wore a suit, I think it was a cotton/linen blend
My soul needed a dose of fresh nature
My heart needed somewhere it could mend

Circular Arguments In My Semantical Nature


Circular arguments in my semantical nature
Feelings expounded in earnest in the rain
Taking life slowly without such hassle
Exact footsteps allowing you the least bit of constrain
Sleep remains to appear in reoccurrences
Unchanged in our former exasperating doses
Unable to look away in these sudden urges
Ticking away, starlight illuminates one supposes