Let all the silt in my body settle Blink impurities out of my eyes My center is cloudy Hold still Collect into one point...

I cannot serenade a ghost in the dining room of a mansion with faux fur rugs and chandeliers. Furthermore, I cannot serenade the ghost...

The white kids always got to do it, Pack their bags and their wallet and take chances and live With just some...abandon, some joy I don’t...