A simple question,
But i cannot answer.
Looking at how much we get along now than before,
Surely i need an answer.

Why do I hate you when i should love you?
Why do i love you when i should hate you?
I humble myslf more as a friend,
And i rebel when i am your lover.

Why, why, why?
You are a simple question,
But i cannot answer.
Why, why, why?
Does anybody know??

So tired and poemed out
got this one then got nowt
want to do more love and hope
so tired I'm feeling like a dope
words are crawling to the screen
tripping on the keyboard in between
hungry but tofar gone to eat
stuck in this familiar seat
got to drag myslf to bed
and get a pillow for my head
wistful here so all alone
not even my cat yet at my home
curl up like a tiny mouse
in his chilly winter house
those last two lines were quite prophetic
hang on, no, the word's pathetic
getting desperate for a rhyme
go now, quick it's past bed time!

In all my lonely rage
  I dreamed myslf alive
But I was still alone
So I dreamed a thousand dreams
  And they dreamed a thousand more
And their dreams gave birth to death
And death gave birth to life
And life gave birth to love
And love gave birth to blood
And blood gave birth to war
And war gave birth to man
And man was the first disease
  We ever found in dreams
So the dreams and I went back to sleep
  And we slept a thousand years
  And we will sleep withou a single dream
  Until this disease has died away
And we have learned to never
  Dream of man
    And mans
      Terrible ways

I Took a shower with your scent
Now I have your smell with myslf
On the surface of my skin
Swaying gently in violet
I breathed you and you got me high,
As my ballon lungs were filling with your exhale,
And I was scaping from the gravity
Saying farewell to my own dear ground,
Bye bye my inertial self centered life
As you made me lighter than air