Paint me a picture,
Dark or bright,
Give it color,
Divine or sublime

Sing me a song,
Music to my ears
Brilliance should luster,
Lyrical and deep

Show me its beauty
Let it bathe in silver
Let it sparkle in orange
Lest it would run dry

Show me nothing but grace
let serenity ooze  from its bowels
And give me the power
to adore everything around me

Madness! Madness! Oh wonderful madness!
Let's have a chat and lose all that gladness!
Come with me! Come with me! Here, have a seat!
As we wait for sadness before we eat.

Take my sight
for I wish not to see;
see no light;
nor sky; nor the sea

Take my touch
for I wish not to hold you
nothing real; as such
Nothing, nothing at all but rue

Take my taste
Making kisses ever bland
Denying love for it's a waste
Denying 'till I fail to stand

Take what I own,
What I breathe and believe
Leave me here, sitting alone
So no one may see me grieve

I stand under the sun,
Waiting for a bus
As I watch people have fun
As I watch them in a fuss

I stand under the heat of summer
Waiting for a ride
As the other people sunder,
And lose their pride

Suddenly there came rain
and the bus is nowhere in sight
the other people left, being insane
from the dark clouds of night

Yet I stood there waiting for my ride
Believing it wouldn't be a shame
If i continued my stride...
Suddenly a flash of light! It's here, it came

I watch people suffer day until night
As I watch them scream and shout, I just write
Sometimes I sing songs for the pale moon light
As the other people rally and fight

They look at me with such envy and disgust
So I wonder why the do what they must.
Nevertheless I've seem to lose their trust
still, it's too trivial: they'll end up as dust

So I say to them: Why not take your time?
Be a priest, be an actor, be a mime!

Just trust what I say; sit back, just relax
So you can enjoy your life to the max

My dear brown eyes,
So devoid of lies

Oh so white and pure
Seducing me with your allure

Sing, dance and sway,
Oh you take my breath away

Haunt me when you speak
Because for you: I am weak
And even if the following isn't true,
I'll still say it: I love you

Date a girl who sings,
Who can give you a halo and wings,
Take you on a cruise
Without suffering a bruise

Give her a song as a gift,
And in turn, happiness is swift
Quicker even; on a star
Serenading her with your guitar

She may be gentle up or down
Not wanting both of you to frown
So sweet, simple, mellow and tender
I bet you'll give in and surrender

Just love a girl who'll accept a duet
And lastly before I forget
Love a girl who can carry a tune
For it's just like sitting on the moon