Nature

One touch of nature Maketh the whole world kin We go to sleep every night Blithe in the bliss of the morning The sky kisses the ground tenderly The horizon seems infinite and serene The morning sun is sharp and mighty A shimmer of golden shaking through the trees The evening sun; a masterpiece of…

Puppets

We are just puppets Controlled by time Pull our strings and make us dance Cut our strings and we die. We set a glowering beacon of hope We believe that it will never extinguish Reality is a great wave of shock It rolls all over our ball of heat We are too naive We are…

Our secrets make us sick. They flow through our blood, slowly contaminating. And then one day, they kill us.