If you are reading this, be sure to count this on your blessings list.

Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.

If coffee were like dreams, then I would be wired in constant bliss, never needing sleep to live out my dreams.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.