to without you
and my way of
pleasing and teasing
your unhappyiest
fairy tale of
unspoken seldom seen
laughing out as if
in some sort of dream
trapped inside a
sickening sweet
childish lullaby
and the baby doeth
quake as the maker
and breaker does
my mind a great shaker
here me silently scream
trying to wake up
from this dream
only to find out
I'm in a chinese box
laquered with shiny
finish and a dragon
motief and a certain
realm of disbelief
for the wise and gentle
sage told me..son..
it doesn't matter what
you think..for we are all
dust following around
the ground out of the blue
and into the pink
simply put..I don't have
the keys to the kingdom..
but I sure do know where
to start..open up your
mind..and follow your heart...