There is something so addicting about the future.
The air of chances to look forward to.
To welcome the new things to come.
To give your hurts an end.
To let your heart mend
and just begin again.


No Good

You twist my keys like some miniature doll
Put me so high
Then push me too low
Am left with no choice but drown

Year in and year out I ask
When will this stop?
Nights and days passed
You still get the last laugh

All these years
You make me feel like I have the power
With just one stir
I see your wicked grim on top of your dark tower