There is goodness in living
a life like a young river...
Sitting alone
together once upon a time...
Most days,
i'm living in the matrix...
I had a perfect childhood,
and that's the only way I can justly describe it...
In these days we are out numbered.
In this way we are always under...
Knowing tomorrow's yesterday is not cliche
It is so much easier just to say today...
I am from magazines with ripped out pictures,
Pouring out of boxes...
I am from vinyards
Of red, white and pink...
Angels plummet from the sky above in blistering...
ashes shower the ground and all those that stand...
Leaves danced around my feet
to the music of winter winds...
Yield the stage for `a capella;
my friends all warm my dressing room...
Entering the room I am tall, dark and handsome,
Ego at my side more like a shadow...