People build million dollars homes
Far away from the city dwellers
To be free from ordinary folks
Are well known loners

They even tried to own the high sea
Unfortunately, it belongs to all nation and mankind
It’s  known as freedom and seafaring power to all

In hopes of a segregation
without the unnecessary advocating
they build swimming pools;
and Bob wire fences

It’s hard for many of us to create duplicates of heaven
Without the approval of the mighty one
These efforts would remain tantalizingly and unreachable
Like the keys to the golden gates;

Some of the loners that goes down to the depth of the ocean
To do business in the water, have failed miserably
after they have seen the works of the all mighty

However, with all their money and the power
They is no escaping from your neighbors
There is only one thing that separated us
is death

Sometimes I close my eyes,
And pretend I'm up in a tree.
And it's the tallest tree in the world.
And I can see movie stars, and presidents, and the nobodies.
And they see me,
And they smile,
And they wave.
And they know that I am important.
Little old me
In my big tall tree.
And it makes me feel less tragic.

the skies are beginning to fade away
into an empty nothingness
black and darkened
like the shadows beneath your bright eyes
and you walk the pebbled roads
late in the night
waiting for someone to call out on
the wisp of a girl
with her light messy hair and scattered thoughts
her blue eyes that can set hearts alight
and the patter of rain against her dainty bones
she waits
each
and
every
night
for someone to save her bruised soul
she waits for her saviour
on a desolate road
that leads to
nowhere