A disorganized house is the sign of an organized mind

As  I lay there, we breathe in Time refusing to pass us by We lose all sense of reason The winds herald the coming season Leaves settle ...

42 Season and reason pass away Like feathers dancing in the wind All time should hold a steady pace Not join a race into the sun ...

Call me dangerous, call me unstable I’m tired of being called unable I’ve always been a little bit crazy Is this some happy ending li...