It was 1 time.
Los Angeles
To Babylon and back,
A Journey I remember.
One day when I relax,
I’ll recall what I could never.
Dear Sporadic,
a word with myself.
not a means to an end,
but an end in itself.
To Babylon and back,
A Journey I remember.
One day when I relax,
I’ll recall what I could never.
Dear Sporadic,
a word with myself.
not a means to an end,
but an end in itself.
