Mountains and trees flash between
the boxcar's sidings. Falling sun zips along...

Slowly dieing
Inside out...

Cluttered thoughts in my cloudy mind
rain down, drowning out unsought memories...

The alabaster moon peeks
behind cotton candy clouds...

Sun bows to black skies
as the candlelight vigil begins...

Beethoven would be in awe
by the symphony you are writing...

Dew-ladened grass is my mattress tonight
As I gaze in awe at shimmering stars...

Today's the day
their daddy returns...

My parents squeeze my hands
In the small, sterile room...

Big Brother is watching
He is always watching...

Displayed for all
Supplying laughter for others...

Alone on the island
that is my life...