Look, I'm in a rush.
I'm trying to make profound observations,
Before I hurry to a workout,
Where I'll  devour a protein bar,
Sweat rivers and streams,
Huff and puff like the little engine that could,
After witch,
I'll stand sideways and look in a mirror.
I don't know why, people just do it,
And then for a few seconds,
I'll pretend that I'm  17.

So.
You can often trust a stranger more than a friend.
If you want the truth ask someone you do not know.

You know that way you look at me,
With your seductious, come hither, taylor eyes.

Well, I experience a kind of reverse nostalgia,
When you lust and oggle,

And I realize that this is the moment,
The exact moment,
That one day,
I will yearn for,
As I stare out and through an uncurtained window.

She likes to ask me a question,
When she kneels down in front of me,

Which one of the Beatles would you have been,
Her hands on my zipper,
The button on my jeans set free.

Let me take you down, she winks at me,
Causing I'm going down and she laughs.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Windows open night and day,
Snow melts into waterways,
I breathe fresh air, a rich bouquet,
A time to laugh, my child at play.

Each day a brighter setting sun,
A full moon's promise, Spring's begun,
Dawn is destined, new life has spun,
I sleep well knowing, love has won.

You want honesty. Truth. Tabernacle.

First we dance, hoppa beat.
Then we clap, two times rhythm,
And finally we sing, four levels of harmony.

Love is action, never reflection.
Move those feet.
Sweat, smile, swoon, sing.

Wicked weather, storms all night,
Snow white world, now sun so bright.
Solstice is life's shortest day,
Winter is our chance  to play.