For life is our art and art is itself,
a mirror of truth a changing for best...

My Tickets are booked,
My Insurance is paid...

And as this lifes takes its strain,
we force our minds back...

Happiness we can pretend all we like
Happiness you are forever in search...

I find you as the epicenter of my soul,
Tremors in my world originate from your being...

Don’t smile
It makes me want to kiss you...

I read something today
It burnt my heart...

The world is our oyster,
the world is our dream...