Clocks talking their tick tock disturb the innocent mind of hers.
With nothing but the undefined lying ahead she screams.
The chatter grows louder as the 8th voice grows closer.
Unrealizing her past is a painting on the wall
    Gazed upon by the talkers near by
            The clock falls off at 7:55
                    Shattering on the floor.

I thought the pill would bring me happyness but all it did was occasionally remove depression.
She was all i knew; there's nothing left to feel.

As i watch her walk away, i wish i could cry.

A cloud drizzles drops of dew on a hypothetical mans head.
The car doesn't drive the engine,
        The engine drives the car;
A realist paints with love.

I dream of a day where days fade away into nothing but obscurity. The time flies faster than a bullet shot on a train heading south bound to florida.

I dream of a moment. Not a second long or a minute long but weeks long. Years long. The entirety of a life span.

I dream of a cloud. My empire in the sky. Where she and I can ride and fly and nothing matters but the love in her eyes.

I was driving down I-85 when all of a sudden I got stunned by a view over a bridge and nearly slammed into a feline leaning against the railing, lost in the view. Lordy, my engine shut down real quick. Neither of us were damaged, but rather impacted. I said my goodbye with an apology tagged along and whent on my way home. Every day i drive that strip, seeing the view, passing by my old friend. Never again did we collide. Every time i passed by, my engine stalled. I wanted so badly to honk, swerve, pull over and talk, anything.
     Yet i kept on driving.

Fields of flowers.
Partitions in the mind.
A dew drop on a blade of grass.

My oh my,
how the world changes.

Upon a shooting star i ask -
Send me under the graveyard's grass.
Yet though my wish has been granted -
It was my heart that whent while
My brain stay'd planted.