Life in the Manor Your integrity, In the corporate machine; See this grain of sand.
Stealing silence deadly winds her belches warn dissent
Waiting in traffic just to be with you, I’ve missed you so, I don’t know why. Or it could be
Comes a time when blindness is a skill
swooning over shiny objects, misconceiving questions blinded by reflection, another meeting falters since bullet points have been denounced, foolish puffins flailing at the air
Tied up tight lest chasing dreams they would be gone?
Watching from the other side, the dirty one