Sitting alone in one's room in the dead of night has the ability to provoke much unhindered thought.
If I could think to dance,
there would be fire ablaze in my eyes;
Something unnerving would occur,
and I would let go of discretion.
I would speak what I feel then,
like the fresh spring water that ever flows through my thought-process.
My toes would sink deeply into the Earth's foundation,
and she would welcome me happily,
her soil helping to fuel me.
I would root myself there,
and remain.
Among the many as I am,
a gray and faceless physical being --
the perceptive colors that I bear are of the mind.

Here are my lyrics,
I speak them from impulse.
Here is my impulse,
it stems from my fear.
Here is my criticism,
I hand it out furiously.
Please take what I have,
and take it in vain.
Hear my soul out,
as I turn away in caution.
I will leave you dry,
will you **** me dry?
Disdain is my fortune,
lavished with riches.
Ignorance disguised as gold!

Why is that when I catch your eye,
you quickly look away?
Do you lack the closure,
the confidence?
It pushes me,
to wonder
about
you.

Many can fear the JOVIAL influences,
                         That shake and move their    {b o d i e s}   in such ways --
                                                            it is inexplicable.
The groove--
as well as the FuNCTioN forces our beings into motion;
Might as w(E)ll describe it as    
   U            
P    
   H    
    O
        R
       I
  C.

Don't make me fearful,
I am just a little girl.
Say it is "Time for me to grow up." Eh?
I am just a little girl.
Don't rip me apart.
'My fault for pushing myself into the game in the first place,
it was not my right.
You're dangerous.
I am a writer,
you are the kind of person that makes me lucky to be one;
'still I'm not ready,
God please don't take me.
There are enough tainted lovers in this world,
we don't need to add to the mix.

I saw a girl walking down the street the other day;
And she reminded me a bit of myself.
Her Cobalt eyes remained attached to the sky,
as if the infinite blue in it held promise for her.
She was utterly aloof.
As I passed her by,
she took time to acknowledge my presence with a quick nod.
I gave her the same.
It was just that,
and we were connected.
Funny though,
I don't think that I care to know this girl at all.
It is as though nothing will be gained from learning any more,
because I know that we are combined with the same essence.
She might love spring,
I might loathe the summer.
That doesn't matter.
It never will.