I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
Her mind-
a collection...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...