found some old stuff

brick and mortar game of time

empty out this hidden mind of mine
the crime of passion burned too deep
failing love and falling steep

found some old stuff

Chain links rattle "attack", roundabout hack
into the mainframe, some may say I'm insane
I got a lot on my brain so much I wish it were a game
to me I can see that life's good when you're king

I wonder about my kingdome come
with me into the castle, see
You and me let's make a memory
sitting on the golden throne
The place I call home is the wonder of Rome
In all of its splendor and awe

Awesome ability to help other people
Ring out the bells from the tower of steeples

The Pace Grows Faster

Racing, though the pace grows faster
Changing who I am, forsake the latter
crash through a flash in the dynamic work ladder
seeps poison much stronger than adder
I'd rather the sadder than count up and add it
the hands turning faster like cracks on old plastic
winter was here but it came back this time faster
I can't pass through black without accepting my past

Like a window in the soul my own wall it will show
it's been built up forgotten through years of long snow
age it shows I don't know where the next winds will blow
though I hope for some greener place in which I can grow

I remember, I remember all the times in my life
sometimes private, some I hide it, but they all find a home
Questions rise up and fire up the thoughts in my head
Who am I? Why am I? Where might I could have been?