I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

It’s A Sparse Paradise These Days

It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn She’s still the poor pretty rich girl Never could get off the same page Repeated struggles to survive Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage Reality is an emotion detachedContinue reading “It’s A Sparse Paradise These Days”