Inspired by,
The heart of a child searching for love...
The morning was merely majestic,
as every other before it...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
I read it somewhere,
That the lot of us...
I sit here and wait
For inspiration to come...
If I look down on myself;
Chances are you don't care...
We have no black without white,
We have no wrong without right...
I am trying to figure out
this little problem called reality...
I am a flower
I live on a branch...
Nothing will ever be able to explain this feeling,
so real, so beautiful...
I am but a dreamer
Dreams never wake me up...
I am walking to New York,
When, suddenly...