Why is the moon so far away,
Why is the river so deep,
Why is poetry so deep,
Why is the sky so blue,
Why is my heart racing. . .

Nobody came to the party
The lights were set down low
Nobody came to the party
It was like they didn’t know
The music touched your soul
Crept inside, never letting go
The spirits passed through
Glancing around
Like they knew
Something didn’t ring true
They waited for a time
As the night stayed on hold
Nobody would say the words
They just knew
Nobody was coming to the party
Not now, not ever
They closed the door
Wanting to get away
Trying not to speak
Begin another day
The spirits waited
Like they knew too
Nobody came to the party
They were all just passing through

An actually constantly imperiousness
this candid pearl moved diocese
impervious to his kind

examined his intricate relation between examples in line handsomely and abrupt.  
He imperiously evaporated in case of fire today

for a rising dew where Colorado glistened
in cold water River,
so let him commandeer the ground
on this Continental Divide
with his forthright doctrinaire
and fight a lunacy in Athens again.