Train The engine thrummed like a heart of steel, beating metal on metal; a reminder that the city never sleeps.
My Brother's Keeper I ink my pride like all the rest, But it becomes a target on my chest, And it's a twisted irony, That I fight to keep the peace! It's a battle between the swimmer and the sea, And I wear the weight of the world.
Failure To Launch. What began with a bang now fizzles to sleep, And sinks expectation down into the deep. The silence swallows all of the thrill, Leads beyond the want and the will, For only in quiet is an auspicious beginning; Volume indicates disaster.
