There’s nothing i haven’t sin.

There’s no scene for me at this age
I’m done with stones, on a new page
Wrong or right, time will swing
If I could, it might be losing a wing

The earth is like a giant cage
Our sins are screaming, dying is a wage
This orbit just spins us in a ring
I’m rolling around, pretending to be king

Fridays are a freak show, a stand up on the stage
It comes bearing colours, that makes my heart sing.

Vera