Missions of the soulDo they know, or do they not?The games people play

A late tiring nightMorning comes. Time to wake upGood ol morning tea!

Talking with a friendAbout life, work, and womenA free day ahead

Salt and half boiled eggsBondas with sauce and coffeeThe rattle of forks

A clean speckled goatSearching for something to eatShining in the light

A courageous ratThe bumbling , and yet keen dogAh! Total chaos

Lonely islands doomedWithin reach and yet seperateFated not to touch

The swirling night skyMessier and Caldwell ObjectsUndiscovered waste

Purge your mind afreshEnjoy being mad for a whileWe chain ourselves up

The black spot pure white, All does claim. Too strong the flaw Thunderous comes the fall