Time is such a fickle thingIt swaysIt movesIt ever singsIt’s always new and never oldYet more of it can make you bold You somehow have it all the timeYet notIt goesFast as the rhymeIt sits upon you like a weightBut still it drifts with every date You have it all, but still have noneYou wakeYouContinue reading “The Uselessness of Yesterday”
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Barabbas
A thief I was, a liar too The good i did was short of few I never thought to seek of you Yet stand we here together I never thought I would be caught But too much pain I chose to raught So, for me, they often sought Til here, we stand together. My freedomContinue reading “Barabbas”
Jacob Gittins 