A journey to go
A ball to throw...

Something to divide
Only people with things to hide...

To say the word we all feel and think
And make them last forever in ink...

What I am is not always what you see
Same can be said for fantasy...

Who can stand the pain?
Seems like people just living in vain...

A sign on a paper
Now see how many things taper...

I paint you, you paint me
Seems so simple for a tree...

You see a man in a suite
He canâ??t even afford fruit...

Cant we believe that tomorrow will turn out...
Is that not just for children and fools...

We sit and watch the sun go down
Burning ball, flaming crown...

What is ten pence?
here some common sense...