It Might Be Better to Fail with Land in Sight

The Sun Rays of Another Pale Afternoon

Cars Keep Passing By; I Feel Like Rebelling

Than Gain My Blue Peninsula to Perish of Delight.

To Me, It's Just an Oddness, For I Listen Through Fingers

My Backward Voyage to the Spring

Can You Elevate Yourself When Surrounded by Dark Waters?

Fuscous Presages Don't Help Remaining Cool

Knelt over the Water, My Whole Being Is a Perfect Zero

Tomorrow I'll Become Adult