Ballerina frogs
Riverdancing hogs
Dancing at the bog
Where there's lots of fog
I am on a mission
It is to go fishin'
I'm pretty hazy
Because life is crazy

Righty loosely
Lefty tightly
Oh no, wait!
That's not righty

Memories in childhood are more powerful and pure than adulthood memories.  Because in childhood,you are encouraged.  In childhood you are young.  Youth is further away from your last minute.Your last second.  In adulthood, though, you're still happy.  Because your child will grow.  To pass the childhood.  To come for your child to experience adulthood with his or her family and pass it on.

Crazy coo-coo
and really nuts
Writting this poem
I couldn't rhyme

We can fly high.  Make progress.  But if we don't try we will never fly high.  If we slip up and fall all the way down,we can always at least try to get back up.  It is better to fall and try to get back up,than to just sit there and do nothing.

Creeper,creeper on the wall,who's the strangest of them all?  I see you creeping through the leaves.you come up,and then you bite me on the knees.  Creeper,creeper on the wall,your the strangest of them all.

Through the pages of this journal is the paper  that contains ink made from the cloudy gas called dream.   The dream is from me.  My  thoughts are written inside this journal.  But I must warn you that it won't always carry good thoughts.  Some can be scary or sad.  Exiting or angering.  But it all depends on how you read it.