If we can
see the what the future wears
Before it ripens in our hands,
Will we think to live this way or
Otherwise.

If we could see beyond the thick veil
Of myopia roughly eating vision away
Into the place of dementia, establishing craze.
If there's no myopia, will our space be an utopia?

Myopia, the feast that weakens the sight,
Changing the wheels of everyone's dream,
No long eyeshot, no near goals,
Blurry visions, scared knowledge
When are we going to be free from Myopia?

Passing
Exiting life
Moving to a new place
Where sin no longer controls us
Dying

I was standing in a corner
draining the vein, you see
When out from the wall, stepping slowly
came a man of pure ebony

Plain and black and not there, but he was...
I saw him you see, was I dead?
His eyes were a blank, didn't see me
but the emptiness filled me with dread

The man sleeping under the plastic
moaned low, and Reaper touched lightly
He lost the race, another day of life
The man gasped just once, so slightly...

Walking with my hips swaying
Towards you then
touching your chest to feel
the beat of your heart
inhaling your scent as I lean
into you, can’t be apart
gently pressed up against
your body, not too fast
needing to make each
and every second last
with profound passion
that is unhesitating
submissive or teasing
you got me debating
with sensual tenderness
our lips then meet
my body melts into yours
as if admitting defeat
fingertips stroke your neck,
and caress your chest