We have toiled hard
In the sun...

The din inside the ribs shakes
The still atmosphere is replaced...

Because you do not know
In spite of the spatial grow...

Coded banality regards tomorrow
With crimson sockets...

I was thinking in a dark room
The room was dark...

When I contemplate the ages past
And quiz the depths of life...

If tomorrow comes,
Our sorry situation will improve...

In the unsure pain of my heart
I kept my pulse beating...

I felt like pumping him with lead
For all he said...

Everyone loves love these days
Has it always been so...

I am thinking of you
Today...

'Twas The Ugly Duckling
Fancying itself a swan...