Cyrious.
                        My own Spelling.
Polly Wogs and Knick Knacks.
Goldfish and Brac-A-Brac
            I remember you. I’d love for you.
If it makes any sense
            My Thoughts Where Have They Gone?
Tell you know I’D.
It’s just a bridge, there is nothing here.
            The perfect is the biggest imperfection.


I MISS THE OLD DAYS,
            Times of pure nostalgia

It was Laughing and play all day
            Till we left and went our own ways.

You remember it
            I tell you, I miss it too
The fun times,
            When everything seemed okay everything was right.
Always tell, we put each other up in a fight.

            I can remember when there were many
                        AND.
We had our loved ones close by.
            Carpool and late night swims
Neighbors knocking at our door
            Making too much noise stomping on the floor

            But now, It’s gone, It’s all too quiet.
Neighbors, they wonder, if I’m even here.
            I question, what ever happened.
Life. No matter.
            If we’re standing still.
It will go on,

            Without us here
Little impact makes it clear.
            If there’s a point
Please take me to it.
                        I disappear as the last match is lit. .

Silver Bands on your finger
            Are we the same in one?
Perhaps it is no one à perhaps everything is undone.
                        The thoughts the Thoughts.
They swarm in our minds.
            Are they confusing?

Listen to them all at once.
            They say Practice Makes perfect,
But no one is perfect, so there is no need to Practice.
            Pretty Girls and Silent Boys, they all cry.
The good, the bad, the inanimate, they all die.

            We like to think we all have our part.
That when we die there is a torn up heart.
                        But that’s not true.
There is nothing to lose.
                      
            For no matter how hard we try.
Un-Important and Fleeting is our story,
And there is nothing we can do.