Quinley

Does water stand in mud, in this house of whispers, who says it does no good, places you want to escape, don't reqire a chorus, to sing along the busways, smothered as time goes bust, leaving here's a bonus, be prepared for mistrust, find another game, do what time insists, to love is always pain, maybe you need a tug, sail away without ship, stamp ashes into dust, search for feeling great, tread the middle distance, you will find that fame, an Ocean never floods, so why make a fuss, life runs in your blood, plenty for all of us.