his fan blows
the artist...

when I am in pain, you are in pain
But the pain you feel...

You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

I want to sing,
oh love...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...

Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...

I’m dying
I’m dying everyday...

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

river, river
flowing down...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...