Children

Locked Door

Golden Crowns

Visions

Deadlines

The children hang upon the playground after school.
They say the day was long but now there are no rules.
Chaos will swing, the gentle bells will ring.
That big time fighters gonna rattle your brain.
I'm growing tired of this game, 4 dimensions is all I can blame.
Will I tame the open flame? Spirit Create.
The toilet papered lawn. The legendary grievance.
Neighborhoods are gone and left are their achievements.
The future brings luck to those who sing.
Flipping coins was what I thought to do.
Stoke the fire that I made, 4 dimensional mind up in flames.
Nobody said it was easy. Nobody.
Lift your hands up to the sky, you don't need to tell me why.
Let the light glimmer in your eye and be alive.

Boo Collector