I will never bow my head,
To those who seek to overcome...

Poor, lone, Emma.
Old, faded and wrinkled...

Behind shuttered windows of her mind,
A spent candle that once burned bright...

One needs to be fruitcake,
Truth be told a complete loon...

I came to this city filled with self pity,
For my friends were all far away...

A little more give,
A little less take...

I add a little bit of nonsense,
That has been finely ground...

A tall white Birch reared its stately form,
High in the path of the oncoming storm...

A little breath of scandal,
And a pair of eager ears...

I created a world of nothing,
To escape this plane of reality...

Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother forty whacks...

Drop a dream into the water,
In a moment it is gone...