The man whose name was Moses
Walked in on all four noses
Blabbering about the roses
Dying of tuberculosis


My opinions are like glass bulbs
If in contact with solid objects
It will shatter and the light will fade
I don't even know about that analogy
I'm at the breaking point


All eventuality
All inevitability
Is death


Your mischievous eyes
Like a little child
Waiting to steal candy
From mother's bedside