Ive seen the end, a  beautiful end to rival summer, transforming into fall, a heart stall, as another word is said, I fall and smile to the dance of the dead, I don't fear what may come, because every moon has a sun, a dance with dragons, and a simple song gone with the wagons, I don't fear what you surmise, because even with doomsday there is still a beautiful sunrise, don't be scared of what may come, because every moon needs a sun, I'm scared I might be trying, and with your smile I'm scared you are losing, there are many to say they loved me and I attempting to return the favor but will never do, just know as friends or less...ill never forget or leave ..

I should have run to Japan, to be the writer that I can, to sing folk to girls who are smiling because they can, I should have road the rails, staring at the never ending cities with hearts ablaze, ducking down into a dreamland maze of alley ways, give my poems to hobos and gays, and find any naru to sing karaoke, go into dens and clubs that traded air for smoking, I'd be the talk of toast, and the **** of the island, or I'd get drunk with samurais on a foam pylon, I'd ask a geisha to dance, but get nervous and spill my drink all over my pants, I'd go with malcontents and roughdy otakus as we hit the arcades on speed, I'd stay at a hotel and get married married in the states, I'd fall in love with a girl for a weekend and shed tell me she hates fancy dinners but loves dates, I would end up sleeping in the hills, high and full of chills, I'll tell school children what the stars mean, even though they can't be seen, I'll write a poem about my sin, of wanting my right, my right of a writing man, in Japan.