The water lilly yawns as the gentle breeze says...
She watches the frogs leaping and hopping from...

I think inside my jail cell
Musing on philosophical ideas...

I don’t know what I think
Something in my head that wants out...

Seasons come
Seasons go...

A comment here
A put down there...

I sit down to think of a happy poem
A poem of joy and delight...

Now
I lie here under the covers...

A cold, grey, lonely house
Upon a desolate hill top...

Dreaming of multiple outcomes
All of them end up the same...

I am trying to hide
Attempting the impossible...

When there’s a way
When there’s happiness...

Blinking
Twinkling...