A man who can write a poem,
speaks directly the truth...

I mean those words for you,
and let me know how you feel...

What do I wrote?
Blank...

Carry me
down to the aisle...

Take me to the monkey's cage
oh, to that serrated crocodile's back...

A letter that has many names
Variables for the math...

I was stink into the core,
priced by it's burden...

Each block we moved,
Each piece we took advantage...

A whisper so mute
from a bird's squeaky voice...

A daring Moonlight sonata
burst its requiem...

Do you know what it feels?
Listening to the music your guitar plays...

What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...