I went on a little journey last night,
to place you'll only find
deep inside your complex mind
finding words you never knew
you knew how to define
And on this little journey,
I met a frog named Frank,
he told me it was all okay,
and to live as though this
was my very last day
he told me he was listening
when no body else was there
he told me he could hear me
through walls and floors and stairs

he told me I shouldn't be so mad,
how anger was a part of the past
how it was only hurting me
how I should just be thankful,
for the ability to breathe
that everything had a story,
from its begining to its an end
and it was my job to tell the world
about the lighter, and the pen...

so Frank was my inspriation,
to the stories that I tell,
because he told me
"Nothings easy"
and so I accept that I may fail
but failure by definition
is simply failure to appear,
but I have always arrived in the nick of time
so you won't find failure here