When I see a mirror
I sit and cry
Because I see a reflection of
The very eye

As I go on my quest
To find the best
I go West
But I get stressed
Because I need rest
Then I find a pest
That is pressed against my chest
And as I guessed
It seems to have made a nest
I finally make a request
"Oh please, go Southwest!"
As the pest goes off my chest
I put on a vest
And continue West...
And even though I have to struggle
To get past my trouble
I know one day I will finish this quest
To find the best...
And realize that the best
Was there for me all along

You are stuck
Lost in a wave of people
Going and coming
All day long
You look around to see
The same expressions
All busy or tired
And ready to go
Go out
Out of this traffic
That has held you up...
Everyone up...
What is this place?
This...
This is New York City

The Wandering Rocks

Ulysses was a hero
With his very own crew
They blew through the ocean
On a boat full of supplies

They sailed out of darkness
Into the light
Back to the world they knew
As they sailed home
They heard a sound, the crew couldn't describe
Not a man or a seagull
But a sound all the same
Whistled through and around

The crew glanced back
Behind the aft of the boat
To the unnoticed sight
There were a group of rocks
All jagged and small
Far into the distance all right

But as the crew watched the rocks
They seemed to grow over time
It was a peculiar sight
To see

The crew moved on by Ulysses order to row
Then Ulysses set sights for land
A land called Thrinacia,
Isle of the Sun Titan
In hopes the rocks stop the chase

Reflections
When i see a mirror
I see a reflection
Of the person standing in front
Of it
But not only that
Now I see
Mirrors don't show the inside of me

Winter
It's cold and white
The trees are bare
I look around no one is there
So cold so dark
So far away
Maybe I'll get there another day