Sometimes I like to walk in the breeze
Stand in the rain and swim in the seas...

Have you ever thought about how it would feel
To lose the most important person in your life...

I had a child look at me once and say
Sir, how is it ever I can write a happy poem...

The softest of white plushed clouds
Soaring, enduring, gliding gently by...

And though coming so far to unravel the cluster
The meaning of an age and the beauty of a luster...

Might endless lisps escape and tell of your pain
Teardrops turn evolution and mascara turn black...

It could have been candlelight dinners beneath the...
But you had other plans without me, wherever you...

Tonight I cried
And it felt so good to feel alive...

Dig me down where air ignites truth
Let me flourish into pinstriped corsets...

Perhaps theres a truth to how we live
An essence to the cunning winter breeze...