Parading

Perhaps this music you are listening to is lovelier

We cannot know the indescribable face

We sell the world to buy fire,

Change can only come,

i want back my rocking chairs,

Soon, my eyes, and I, will adjust.

Can you hear me, should I trace from X to Y

getting lost among wraiths means

For years I thought of the buttered bread

Things that are brave are often painful and