Breath of air, feels through strings of my hair,
dancing monkey, aren't you pretty?
The way you move your feet to the sound of the beat.
Let's play a game, a game called living while we
look at our pictures, when times were better, we were laughing and sharing a sweet lick of our favorite treat.
A sticky kiss is all we need to feel love again underneath the heat.
Surrender to me and let's laugh through the orchards chasing valleys and valleys amongst our horizon...a horizon of love and warmth.
Now we're left broken, but what mends pieces back together is the memories of of hearts...

U: NDRESSED
G: EVIOUS
L: UNLOVED
Y: YOU'RE forgetting one more thing...and that's because you're
P: ERFECTLY IMPERFECT
E: VERYTHING YOU ALWAYS NEEDED
R: EASSURED
F: LAWLESS
E: XTRAEXTRODINARY
C: HALANT
T: REASURED & TALENTED
(Read Note)

Every day we drown ourselves into a facade of spirals going down beneath the ocean waves.
Waiting for that one special person to lift us off our feet.
So many miles....away....
Every day, i said i loved you...
But it was you fault to never believe...
When our hearts synced open,
i felt a magnetic wave..
Till it all floated into dreams of a never ending facade.

What if i just packed my bags and ran away,
never showed up through the light of day,
This life seems like a paradox we live throughout our own thoguhts,
this world, the touch, the love we see and feel, is it even all real?
One day when i lay through my flower bed,
am i in a matrix of never ending dreams, from horror and love to all things that seem real when i lay my head to sleep?
Dreams are recurring but so is this life, so tell me this now
are we in a dream when we open our eyes, or do we just dream when we close our eyes?
I want to feel love, no pain but pleasure,
I want to seek something more high of a real temptation to live in this world,
but when you're trapped with just your fantasied thoughts,
how can we truly know when to stop?

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly
Lightning torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.

The lily has a smooth stalk,
  Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
  Is lady of the land.

There's sweetness in an apple tree,
  And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
  Is a rose upon a thorn.

When with moss and honey
  She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
  She sets the world on fire.

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.