No more sad refrains
I'm sick of death and dying...

How long must I wait
to sleep and never get up...

Catching me
Letting me go...

I have the right to howl when you first bring me...
I have the right to attack any offensive objects...

Forgetting to remember
Unearthing all my future...

How many times have I sat and pondered
And whispered and questioned...

The flowers
are wilted...

I threw a penny in a fountain
And wondered what to wish...