Allow me this one liberty
Indulgence, take leave of me and senses
Permit me to be a skeptic
There are too many things that you can’t explain
Burning the candle at both ends
Time has reason for slowing
Fanning the flames of bitter trend
Discontent benign but growing?
Burning the candle at both ends
Utter indifference showing
Scorching resentment buries a friend
What is the question in knowing?
Communicate through pictures
Abstract shapes stitched together
Fragments of life
Read between the lines
Find connections, patterns in chaos
