I watched the sun rise today.
It welcomed me and made me allay,
but it's not the best sight I've seen anyway,
that title goes to you.

I gazed at the sunset today.
I witnessed the light's dwindling rays,
but it's not the best sight I've seen anyway,
that title goes to you.

I witnessed the late night today.
I noticed the stars; they made me say,
"It's not the best sight I've seen anyway,
that title goes to you."

The sun was bright, and so were you,
The sun came down, and so did you,
Now, the night is as cold as you,
Ever since you went away.

Cup of solid gold,
Probably makes things taste foul,
But it still looks great.

Oldspeak:
Save me from this government,
which envelops the land.
Which doesn't give me freedom,
or help my weary hand.

Newspeak:
I'm saved in Oceania,
which is doublegood; much nonwasted land.
BB unstruggles workers,
BB helps unwear hands.

As the day draws to a close,
and the breeze around us blows!
As the leaves from the trees,
encircles us in a twirl,
do you not feel our connection on this world?

From the skies overhead,
to the land below us,
Oh, can you feel it?
The sensations of nature;
ever so bountiful.

From the mountain tops,
to the ocean floor,
Oh, do you feel it?
It's the wine of love;
never to be dry.

I can't stop thinking.
Thinking about the future,
about the past,
and about the present.
About time,
and about you and I.

Some things don't go together,
others do,
by nature.

I'm a book,
written in a foreign language;
one nobody can understand.

Try to comprehend;
you'll be met with confusion,
as you can't decipher what doesn't make sense.

Don't let a book lead your life,
Don't let a book help you out,
Don't let a book teach you something.

Just read the book,
see what you know,
and return it.
Immediately.

With my teeth clenched,
And eyes shut tight,
I let my knife dictate my future.