Choice

To stay in or go out

Everyone’s a Chef

It taught me however that no one lacks skills

Everyone’s a chef if you have the time and the will

Duty of Care

For we live in society

Words

Would it be better?

Want to be 4 again

When responsibility was just a word I couldn’t spell

Them

A shot by “them” heads straight to my heart

Punctured holes but still standing tall

Postmortem

Postmortem is conducted

And reality comes to light

New Directions

A river carved its way
Through the rocks and sandy plains

Sad Eyes

Oh what I won’t give to see inside
But he is filled with sad eyes

Dream of Someone

Inside my favourite thoughts
Where I dream of someone, my love-me/love-me-not