Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man