Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

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

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly