They have no wings on their back
Made of pink satin or white linen...

Like snowprints
Pressed into snow...

It's a moment in History
A measure of time...

I'm gazing through the daylight
Just a step of morning slumber...

Pain helps numb our unbearable hurts...

Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...

There is no eye exam
There is no physical...

Yes I know you do exist
Though I've never seen your face...

There's an iron furnace burning bright
Down deep in the thinking dungeon...

The year has come
And nearly gone...

I am a green frog
I am not a toad...

Im but a lead pencil
I only dream of a pen...