What hope does,is it brings you a flicker;and seconds away fromthat deciding moment, itburns to its full might andyou’re alight too;vibrate from the incite.Then the moment pass,as quickly the commotionis quiet.You look around,to be sure nothing was imagined;and there’s no ashesto suggest it had woken your spirit,it had ever flickered;you’re left bewildered.


If you are home, can I paint you immovable? Tell me how, when you’re always reluctant. If you are mine, how about you say my name. This here, my impression Doesn’t it remind you of something? If you are true, why not face the sun? When last did you laugh, I can’t remember the song.Continue reading “Bystander”