I often lie awake at night
my thoughts carry me where I came from...

The people I've met during the course of life
slowly moving in, quickly rolling out...

I pass them everyday
heroes of nature...

Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...

That sense of discomfort
unspoken words I burried them...

How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...

The nights seem so long
a clock on the wall is moving slow...

When life strikes
like a thunderball landing on the ground...

Where do I begin
so many pages...

Life is a masterpiece of repeating history
power, money and greed...

My wings are broken from all the weight
no longer can they carry me...

My mind is set on turbulent colors
a series of paint is splashing on the wall...