As we walk

Through the night

Our own light

Shall be less remembered

Than that


      We impart

         Unto others


Enlighten me.






I often wonder

Whether the turbulence in life

Makes the flight worthwhile.


But if we don’t fly

We just don’t get there.


And we all know

That we have to get there

One way

Or another.



It’s True


Roses are red

Violets are blue

The world’s greatest secrets

Are hidden from you.



The Saddest Thing


Thought is merely a side-effect

of our bodies’ chemical processes.


If insanity can be explained

as an imbalance of chemicals in the brain,

What does that say about

thought processes in general?


If our much-vaunted thought

is only a side-effect,

souls can’t exist.