Your mamma don't dance,
But trust me she can move...

Everything measured and calculated
Thoughts and plans click together...

I was not one born to love felines
I don't trust those sneaky bloody cats...

Release your grip
Step back into the shadows...

Take a chance and try something.
Take a breath, stand tall, be bold...

I can see it,
I can manipulate it with my fingers...

A click of flint a spark so bright
A candle burns within the night...

Little wheels that gently turn
It's what they were made to do...

It's not so late and yet I should be seeking...
I am not...

So once again
The pens in hand...

He walks the streets from dusk till dawn
He has no friends he's all alone...

Sometimes I sit and think a bit,
Some would say it is too much...