We all live a life
Where troubles will come and pass...

Like a puppet on a severed string
Dancing upon poesy in ponds of pageant horizon...

Dig me down where air ignites truth
Let me flourish into pinstriped corsets...

Hands enlaced with photographs of lovers
Kids and Cousins, Fathers and Mothers...

Might endless lisps escape and tell of your pain
Teardrops turn evolution and mascara turn black...

I had a crazy dream once where I became a poet
My words touched humanity and quotations quoted...

And though coming so far to unravel the cluster
The meaning of an age and the beauty of a luster...

There was once a boy who built a ladder to the...
Sturdy enough to reach the top before shattering...

The softest of white plushed clouds
Soaring, enduring, gliding gently by...

Trying to refrain from falling tear drops
The boy laid in his bed at night counting stars...