Quiet people have the most amazing stories to tell
for they have mastered the art of observing very well
While others seem ready & reckless
patient ones pay great attention to detail!

Live fast, die young!
Oh cautious one, steady but slow as a snail
the peace in your soul shall take you high
floating to heaven, flying over hell!

Never believed

in love at first sight,

then you appeared in my dreams

night after night.

Revolving doors
drugs and drank
the combination of it all began to stank.

***** beds
body heat and ashe covered sheets
greasy take out, we usally eat.

Strange rooms
bic lighters, smoke, and incense
last check in with my innocence.

And the days have become long
Fast world
Fast talkers
A girl has become grown.

And the days have become long
Fragile body
Fragile mind
Soul has become strong.

And the days have become long
Need of a friend
Need of a savoir
Good people are gone.

And the days have become long
Please return brother
I’ve grown weary in doing right
This route called life has proven to be a turn wrong.

I knew I could never be,
           as much woman as she
so from that day forth,
           I never again tried to be.

Stiff as steel

          but I must be real!

Cold as metal

        my reaction is mellow.

I act in ways that have not been taught

      it must be true, I am a robot!