There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...

Blue balloons glint up in the sky,
Making us wonder why...

A simple little lie,
which mother always tried...

Time is set into stone,
None may try to change it...

Forgiven, forgotten,
A twisted Mary Poppins...

Oh woe is my joy,
A singular toy...

A dark, dark trip.
One that would take years to form...

A dreaming little forest,
Full of bright happy flowers...

A cold dread, the warmth has seeped.
A wondering question leaving me...

A questioning feeling.
The sense of the ocean around me...

These trees before me, sing so peacefully.
Their words are mixed with the breeze...

Little leaves in those trees,
A mystical mystery to me...