There are things I have seen in my life
That I don't believe I will ever comprehend...

I woke in an exorcism of dreams
Eyes preying upon a midnight sky...

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

We all live a life
Where troubles will come and pass...

You used to wipe your caring eyes
As teardrops rolled down to your cheeks...

Like a puppet on a severed string
Dancing upon poesy in ponds of pageant horizon...

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

Hands enlaced with photographs of lovers
Kids and Cousins, Fathers and Mothers...

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

I had a girl once that they said he gave me for...
I just threw her away but never really understood...

I had a crazy dream once where I became a poet
My words touched humanity and quotations quoted...

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