I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

I’m dying
I’m dying everyday...

Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...

Death,
i see you in the corners of my life...

I want to sing,
oh love...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...