Lost, trying to find mine own way again, I see beautiful butterflies chalking the sky with their fairy dust mononomous, actors and actresses of primal show tune.

Forget thine news, for I am real lost one!! Forget something Didst we? Lost to thy sun!?

I want a cool easing tonic, where your brains numbing, none moronic may enter on in!!
Whimsical whisps!!

I thought I saw a shadow of a queen, yet wrong again,
Only mine own to follow me,
Asking questions such as?

Where's your love oh thine lonesome poet?
Where has she pondered to?
For me as your shadow I need fulfilling as well...

At that moment I wish I could of put to death mine own shadow,

Because its that dark lingering force,
That reminds me ,
There's none for me...
Still wept by mine self...
Writing these dreadful lyrics...../