EXIT TO THE SEA

window exit

 

We found the exit from the house.

We’ll sneak as quiet as a mouse.

 

The owner must not know we’re gone.

He’ll chase us to death and beyond.

 

We’ll crawl by the rocks to the sea

and make our way back in time for tea.

 

End House won’t hold us anymore.

We’ve seen enough horror and gore.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

TOO OFTEN

 

TOO OFTEN

 

Too often, there are deaths.

Too often, there are murders.

Too often, we stop and stare.

Too often, people look away.

Sad, but true.

Human nature possesses an evil side,

which tempts us each day.

Its flipside offers us a way to achieve

purer thoughts and good deeds.

Which path will lead to a better world?

Too often, we make the wrong choice.