Ten minutes is no mans time,
transitory in nature...

I come but every day,
to see if I may...

Out on the high seas
enjoying the oceans delicate breeze...

Everytime I look at you
there are many things I want...

Sometimes I wonder,
why we are lasting so long...

Sitting in a chair
Waiting for the phone to ring...

Is that a cigarette in your hand?!
Throw it down, on my command...

Dear Mr. Bobbitt,
I remember in biology...

Its getting late but,
I can still see the trees...

Oh, to be free...
To be a bird freed from its cage...

Why,
oh why did I...

((I am not too proud of this one)
Nothing of true beauty...