Home, sweet home | |
Two walls that I can stare | |
Friends or foes | |
Something they just can't share | |
In my own division of the space | |
I can breathe | |
Miracles of fame and money | |
Haunt the breeze | |
An endless field | |
Windy Autumn nights | |
A Fireplace | |
A fusion of burning hearts | |
And butterflies | |
Caught in the traps of snakes | |
Black snakes | |
The tube trains like to stamp | |
Shades, white shades | |
Protruding from my lamp | |
In my own division of time | |
I can breathe | |
Prisoner of the supreme laws of biology |