Poetical musings, insights. 16, UK
Sit still until winter sets in, when we'll go out and play, amongst the streets of snow
Southbound I'm heading southbound, I think I can hear you, Calling out into the night. I'm looking southbound, I think I can see you; I've never seen such a sight.
I'm tired of lacklustre imagination It's simply defeatist, there's no excuse 'The disadvantaged youth' You can have it all one day
Appearance = adequately dishevelled. Good to go.
We're all just defeatist little pawns Running around at society's splendour Running to catch it when it falls Addicts and institutions, automobiles and airliners Politics, law, culture, news Where does it get us? To a fortune defined by society Regarded as obsolete in an instant at popularity's order Seek out pleasure
