Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.

Checkin on my stew,
its stewin.
Checkin my casio watch,
its tickin.
Only acouple horas to go,
my excitement will burst and billow like snoww
because nights like tonight don't happen often.
Once a week.
Its Thursday eve *******.

When every single second,
of your fragile little life.
is a relentless mystery,
How will you know what's comming?

This very day,
could gladly be your very last.
What do you suppose to happen next?
All of this is just a Great Perhaps.

What if?
Maybe?
Possibly?
All questions, whose answers are unknown

When life is a great mystery,
How could you live it to the fullest?
Perchance you'll never know.
I guess it is just a Great Perhaps.

I am in a constant search
of who I am, of who i want to be
But it's all still a mystery.
Life is only, a Great Perhaps.