Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

He thinks he thinks the way I think:
in that... one must be open minded...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table...

My mind is drifting off.
I can't control my thoughts...

With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...

Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

Because Ben wrote a sonnet like a pro,
I have no option but to write one too...