Justin Chance Alder

Haslett, Michigan, USA

"There is no such thing as coincidence."

Second Sight

Beyond the realm of science
Where the living cannot go
There lies an ancient space
In which our bodies never grow
A light left on inside of us
to tell us of our fate
A savage trick reminding us
To change when it's too late

Reunion

No more digging
On this once hallowed ground
For the lives that we're seeking
Are not to be found
They shined with the forgiveness
On their last day to unlearn
Their bodies lay in emptiness
But all souls shall return

Ones

Down and out
Among the few
With secrets to be told
They scream and shout
Their thoughts at you
Until your ears become too old
To hear the truth in it's pure form
And live without a doubt
To use that truth against the norm
And find out what this life's about