Catch
Tuesday Morning
In the clandestine world of espionage, an agent shuns her better judgement, passionately falling prey to her quarry.
Vertigo
How about a sensually sonic, dizzying ride in your own headspace? Real vertigo isn't cool, but ours is. Give it a spin.
Everything’s inverted, perverted
Spinning vortex, firing line
I’m fine
Day is night
Forward to rewind
Swinging pendulum of circles
Reversal
Driving backwards, a tornado
Wet is dry
Don’t know why
Inside-out, backward
Epiphany
Our paths reveal how we get there in the lost and found bin of life. Fail or pass, you’re the only one there is to ask.
Flying through time
Try to reason out your rhyme
But will you get there
Will you accept there
Look back and sigh
Question did you really try
And did you get there
Are you aware
Too many second thoughts Why can’t we pick our spots
And just be there
Blinded
(On your path of broken glass)
Find it
(Fail or pass)
In the moment
Not alone and always near you (You’re the only one)
And I hear you
(There is to ask)
Reflection
Redirection
Where star meets heaven
New decision
Inner vision
Epiphany
White lights of shining shards
Of your broken glass