I smell oranges, ginger, and cinnamon,
Resting on an evergreen branch, revisiting...

I forgot me, somewhere beyond those hills,
I forgot me, when I separated from my wills...

Iris in his Eye, a colorful scheme,
The hazel burst out into a rainbow-filled dream...

It seems tremulous, when I clench my eyes,
But the more I strain, I realize...

The wall confines, it never forgives,
It holds me in, and denies the humane sieves...

Why did I lose my place?
Shucked from my swaddling cloth...

I am moving along a silent sea,
Peace in spite of me...

I'm a little distracted,
Been trying to read...

We danced around, way back when,
I would leave, but always came back again...

Hop on, little rabbit, there's food for thee,
But within the garden, death is guaranteed...

The time that I felt something,
Was a cloud of childhood mumbling...

It's nice to sit alone,
Thinking, probing...