​It wasn't me Neither you nor us How great could we If we tried to be free Our hands never touched Yet it felt like a cage I couldn't escape I've clutched many games—but this This can't be more anticl...

My delusions vanished along with my blunders, Yet the passion of a poet remains intact upon my shoulders, I carry no grudges down my spine, Only a memoir of a time. I let loose of the temptation that ...