I am a slave
I have a Master...

I let the curtains breathe
as the ceiling ripples...

My vanity
Is not effected...

How I love the rain
the sleet and snow...

If three wishes I was granted
I would become a rose...

If we visualize we’re told
if we focus on our goals...

I should sit for a while
and give my thoughts sweet respite...

There's a lot to be said
for streets that are dead...

The lightening snaps
Thunder does bang...

The door slams shut!
forcing me into consideration...

All that matters is this moment
immortality is mine...

Don’t love
not in my direction...