What is it like to be me?
when you see the beauty in simple things...

This is my world
living inside the box...

Drifting drearily across a distant lake
sheltered from the waking world...

Abused by some and sometimes loved
he opens up a whole new world...

H umble
O fferings go a mile...

Do they florish or do they fall?
can they be one or all...

Swimming, slipping, swishing cleaves
streams of steam amoung stemless leafs...