On so many moonless nights,
With a star above as friend,
I let my thoughts to wander,
Reflections that never end.

Slowly, intensely, silently,
I allowed myself be drawn,
To where I knew for sure,
Dreams and fantasies are born.

They were all inside my mind,
All my feelings old and new,
I often kept them all alone,
And I always thought of you.

The squirrel still collects his acorns,
He will stash them safely away,
For though he is not hungry now,
Tomorrow will be another day.

Once upon-a-time,
“U” was more important than “I”
which politely was the social grace

Now in modern times,
“I” has become more important
and “U” now sadly takes second place

There is something very wrong
with the letters in the social alphabet