A shore with never ending ripples of water,
Waves splashing up against the brown sand...

She walks with a flowing grace of God,
Wearing every piece of jewelry she owns...

I've got my writing touch back, I lost it a while...
Once I finally stepped over something to write...

I'm stuck in a room with one spiny chair that...
When the chair makes it's shrill cry when I spin...

I've betrayed myself with a pot full of lies,
When that lie slipped out between my lips...

I woke up this morning forgetting where I was,
And that's when I started thinking to myself...

Tall and yet short almost everyday,
Clumsy, tripping over all the chairs...

It's something about it,
And I just don't know what...

The different colors in the sky are flourescent...
The birds are flying lower then on a usual day...

I think it's just about time that I leave here,
I should pack my bags, and gather my things...

He's about to make his play,
Running and running...

Looks can be decieving,
It was a big box...