the warmth of mourning sunlight
cryptic is as spineless does. our cowardice could be leaving us. your apathy is charged with murder. displeasing times are falling for pantomimes. or would it be the other way around? to him with the frown, put your feet on the ground and walk with me. there is so much now that we couldn't see before. life is no longer a bore, but born again with new hopes and dreams. we've all had to substitute these things at least once before, to speak like pirates, "once more...once more".