Dreams Buried so deep in the mind

Buried in fear and

Killed in time

Wake to mediocrity

Take a look around

That's all you might see



And yet subjectivity it bleeds

The only truth for You and Me

They and We

A or B

He, She, the point being



Years, fade away

Time, push me astray

The 28 Year Itch

Your life's gone running



Hope is not a fruitful start

No progress when You kill your art

Write, release, repeat

It seems that there's a purity in insecurity



And in a world connected

By swiftness and slime

Let us simply enjoy

Our Peace and some wine

When the day arrives for You and I

It's quite alright

We knew that the...



Years, fade away

Time, push me astray

The 28 Year Itch

Your life's gone running