I Feel Like I Write The Same

Timeless Comes To Mind. When You Listen To It, You Can't Tell What Year The Thing Was Made. And You Don't Even Care.

I Struggle With How Humankind Ended Up This Way. We Made Ourselves Slaves To Money, And We All Have To Work And Be A Part Of This Thing When Time Is Always Ticking. And Before We Know It, A Decade Has Gone By, And Did I Really Get To Do Everything I Wanted To Do Or Say Everything I Wanted To Say?

The Unavoidable Kiss, Where The Minty Fresh Death Breath Is Sure To Outlast His Catastrophe.

I Still Go Through Stages Of Wanting To Try Other Trades. When I Was Young I Thought I'd Be A Magician. And Then A Cartoonist. Or A Professional Roller-skater. But There Wasn't Much Support For Those On Career Day.

I'm Trying To Be More Of A Gentleman.