Sometimes I go for a walk, Not knowing my where I want to go, Only that I would finally end up where I started, Perhaps, with some answers to my questions. I walk between the unmoving homes, Planted trees with their fallen leaves, The occasional flicker of red and blue on my shadow, Thinking about… Read more

There are two types of people in the world, you and me, A man whose actions reek of reckless disregard, And a man whose patience for the world faded recently, Facing off, one on one, no need for a guard. Past is the time for discourse and debate, You always were a man of action,… Read more