I see you in front of the mirror
And so often I'll watch you frown...

Sometimes I think
Life takes a hold...

I found a thread from what I wear
And now I am in quite despair...

I have an image deep in my mind
I wish I could duplicate...

We loved our old fireplace
With flames that would burn bright...

Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...

If love was like the weather
With four seasons for its moods...

With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...

Physics has proven
Bodies fall at the same rate...

I often go to borrow books
From my library up ahead...

I drift along the paths of night
The moon light glows and shining bright...

Greed will over fill
Carelessness will over spill...