(Thoughts)

All in all, within the corn and before this ends,

I think you don't know what's happening IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES

Before the oil was warm and the sun casted a shadow, I

never knew I would be wandering in low spirits,
in this yellow ocean and holding a square upwards to cover the sun.

You came with the body on the thrill.
Our power was at the mouth,

but frozen like the ice that broke my spirit once,

broke your eyes in front of the Lord.

Again, the power lost itself

as it came:

fast,

in this great ocean.
Again, melancholy is found
yes, in the eyes of the horse.

A diamond is casted to the bottom.

falls in sand
only to break.

I don't know what the thing is that I'm seeking here,
and there have been many times before.
"Is there any good within you", left me wondering.

Again I find myself more than lost...

More to a telescope, if I can guess a few words.

For you it was over when she said the word 'maybe'. Funny enough I've
come to find everything was over for me in the first place.
Very well, I left the newspaper on the coffee table,

the sun wasn't out yet.

Down in Vienna a good hand was feeding the slaves,
like good wine:

Will it better itself with age?

There was a lake in my mind,

an ode to your strength

"I'm not hungry anymore", I thought.

I felt a punch from a silvery, platinum hand.

as if revenge had surfaced as an alternative again

Not everything comes around.

I felt empty and full at the same time.