Editor in Chief

It awakens your mind Time is a vine Time in your glass, time you go past Face in the grave, high and away I can rhyme Holy crap, if I could draw you a map And you say... What? and you say... What? Who are you? I am your future What do you want? I want you in me Take a peek at the editor-in-chief and plead General malaise most of the days Mild sickness or depression Wave bye bye Bye