Time seems like such a myth
However staring, uncomfortably at a moving object...

I sit at my seat, contemplating
The inspiration I need is futile...

The flowers tremble
Harsh breezes reinstate magical memoirs...

He's my best friend
My blood, pumping through my veins...

A soundless vision walks with an ipod;
Swapping songs to the tuneless mainstream...

Life is a bad dream
That will haunt you in your sleep...

Ring, ring goes the phone
I know it's of my current fear...

Two left feet approach a balcony of air.
The wind laughs at my disposition...

Why are these crystals
Dripping down my face...

Angel, angel, hear my pleas
Feel my heart beat softly...

Yes, it’s sourly sweet
My fizz of a flashlight...

“I wish I were the wind,
To blow sweet reminders...