Reclining on my sofa, gazing out my window, my thoughts are adrift on the breeze, that gently sways through the nodding flowers, and rustling leaves.

If I could be but a leaf on that tree, And of this encumbering world be free, be free!

You will be taken for granted. You may be hurt to your very core, and still be asked to give a little more!

It may very well be said that my very best work, remained in my head!

I'd rather sip the waters of Lethe yet they ask

You see, long ago I built a wall, a defense mechanism as I recall.

To help me find You, You gave me the key, but my seeking You, was also You seeking me!

I am crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world -one poem, one book, one heart at a time...

While you lay dreaming, I hear you sleep, and slowly start counting little lost sheep. But I'd rather you snore, than be no more!