Michael is just an average high school student who likes to write poems.
Little man in a downtown station,
Reaching for a ticket stub,
Walks through the stile,
But his coat gets stuck in the gears.... more »
I think I’ll go home but where is that?
When your heart is nothing less then a trap,
And your feelings orbit somewhere out in space.
And your mind still lingers on that simple question of faith.... more »
Life in a glass box,
Is wiser lived in solitude,
Take it from a man, who knows,
The depths of which you fall.... more »