- When I was 14
- Two Roads
- Youthlessness
- Red Rose & Poetry
- Written on an Airplane Waste bag
I’m a-ship sailing the sea
In time I don’t know where I’ll be.
Where roads put me I don’t know
Time my heart will let me show.
I see a storm coming my way
Where will it strike one day?
The muse of the ocean I hear
Far away, could it be coming near?
With every wave in the sea my heart shakes
And every beam of light the dam brakes.
Demons awaiting my defeat
To take what is left when we meet.
I see the night ready to attack
Time is a trap, it does not go back.










