The best ten seconds of my day are when I first wake up.
                                                                                              Bleary eyes and still going on the vapors of my dream.
Because I wake,
                            with the complete expectation,
                                                                                  that you will be there.
Right beside me,
                              ready to greet me with a kiss,
                                                                                  and a smile.
Those ten seconds, when I think you're next to me in bed get me through,  
                                                                                                                                  the hundreds of other seconds,
That assure me,
                            you are not.
                                                 My first ten seconds are my best.

What keeps the stars apart?
I have often asked;
Is it Science, or is it Art?
As I boarded the bus.

What makes fire hot and water wet?
I have often asked;
You don't know the answer, I bet?
As I got off the bus.

One and one is two, we know by heart?
But once we are alerted,
Science is just like abstract Art,
Just a lot more introverted.

What keeps friends together?
I have often asked;
Is it Spirit, or is it Matter?
No, just wear no mask.

Why is life so complicated,
I have often asked;
Everything is calculated,
To shatter like glass.

Maybe it is quite simple after all?
I have often been told;
Cure first the things that are small,
Like the common cold.

I say what really really really matter,
I have often answered;
Is see above the skin, but below the feather,
And bury the dogs of war we butchered.