As the the pretty flowers are crushed and broken,
I miss you...

I'm going to build a castle,
It's like has not been seen...

I've traveled many lands,
I have seen what most will not...

I am a thing that does not sleep.
The thing that does not embrace the light...

Look at you just sitting there,
A show of pure delight...

So you have come to collect me?
To send me on my way...

And it goes a little something like this.
Dad I like girls...

Medication
Is not illumination...

Another sleepless night
With things bounding round your head...

Too tired to think straight
Too tired to be effective...

Don't tell me what you wish to hear,
For I am dumb and without thought...

A six foot box
with an all round view...