Surrounded by the bustle
Happens but once a year...

Give me bliss without ignorance
To hang round my neck...

Pencil taps at the desk,
Ignoring the survey placed before...

He appeared at my window,
Broken and forlorn...

A breath across her neck to no avail
A touch down her spine with no reply...

Rain rain falling down,
Forcing me to higher ground...

She's been sitting here daily
Loving the lollies...

Nothing,Nothing
I can think of nothing to say...

Her form shines with the light of unpolished...
Dull and fading a beauty not worth fighting...

He called me 'woman' with ten years in between
Sounds of rebellion and intensity marked his...

Tic... Tic... Tic...
Slowly, steady the clock continues it's course...

I have never been one to dream about my future...
Yet lately I look to it as a blank wall surrounded...