Scribbles From An Abstract Mind

...about everything I said, But here it goes again... Busy, busy, so much gone by and yet - so little to talk about. But I'm sitting...

And it's been a while since I first saw you And it's been a while since I could stand on my own two feet again And it's been...

You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred m...

I just posted this to Amazon, but it's entirely possible that they'll edit or reject it. So, in case I have to go back and curtail s...

But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To Earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving gr...

Place is a mad house, feels like being cloned My beacon's been moved under moon and stars -  Where am I to go, now that I've gone ...

That's when it all gets blown away That's when I reach for my revolver The spirit passes by this way... So, lately I've bee...