The splash of sunshine
On your face...

When I was five, I didn't want to go to school,
I was scared; I wanted to hide under my bed...

I knew that it was coming,
Like a great wave on the horizon...

I wished, once upon a time,
For riches and fine diamonds, and impressive cars...

It's a human condition,
A ritual rite...

Annoyed, troubled and quite irate,
It's all hopeless, and not merely bound to this...

What could the world be,
If I could flee from this obesity...

On a dark, moonless night,
Little Gretchen Holland lay in her bed, quite...

Opening my eyes, relenting the odyssey of dreams...
I can let go of the nightscapes of horror, to a...

Look at him,
With that blubber gut...

A piece of me is dead,
In a rotten, swamp-like abyss...

The lightning flashes vividly,
as the passion in me thrives...