Why does the world
Spin on SUCH a small axis...

When life gives you a chance,
Even to get away for a moment...

Stuck-
In the moment between...

Lying dormant,
A peaceful slumber...

You wanted to know more,
More about me...

What type of world
Was created here...

Watching out the window
as clouds haze the vision...

The cold wind blew,
As yet again, the April sun...

I left you
A note on the counter...

I wander through the luscious fields
Of gentle daisies and bright tulips...

Stars used to mean to make a wish,
For love...

You broke me,
You beat me...