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THE SHORT MAN
There once was a man,
Who lived in a pan,
He ate with a toothpick,
And got very sick,
He almost died,
Then he woke up and sighed,
He did not die,
So he ate some pie,
And got very fat,
He married Pat,
Who also was fat,
They always sat,
Taking up five chairs,
They couldn’t go to fairs,
Their buttocks were so large,
Just like a barge,
Soon, they didn’t fit throught the door,
And got very sore,
Trying to get food,
They were in a bad mood,
They died of starvation,
What a horrible sensation.
THE HUMAN RACE
We’re all different, but we’re all the same,
We have a heart, we have a name,
We feel, We love,
We do none of the above,
We just are,
Smothered in the tar,
We have no reason,
To live out the season,
The season of life,
Through many a strife,
Through all the souls,
As the bell tolls,
Life goes on,
With the pro and the con,
We’re different but we’re the same,
We each need our claim to fame,
For a while we live,
And then it all goes through a seive,
Our lives we try to tend,
Right through to the end.

COLOURS/FEELINGS
What goes in is absorbed
What does not, gets reflected
We never see what is absorbed
We only see that which is reflected.
MUSIC
It’s everywhere, filling my ears, my head, my heart.
Music is a wonderful escape from life and it’s pressures
To lose ones self in the music is ecstasy
Escape into the music
Forget your worries, your pressures, forget everything and lose yourself.

SOARING
Soaring on the wind
Flying high
Up in the sky
Wish I could go farther
Higher
Just soaring forever on the currents of air
Without a care
In the world
THE OCEAN>
In the ocean there can be peace or anger,
When there is calm, there is peace,
When there is storm, there is anger,
Just like the mind sometimes,
You never know what it’ll be,
It can change so suddenly,
You never know,
If the tide will be low,
With calm or storm,
Or high with one or the other.

DO ANIMALS KNOW IT ALL?

Do animals know it all?
Is all there is to life just eating, sleeping and survival?
Are we wrong to think that there is more?
Isn’t is inane how we exchange goods and services for coloured pieces of paper?
Is there a purpose to any of this?
Why do people bother with jobs?
Why don’t we live in the forests with the other animals?
Hunting our food with our bare hands
Have our complex minds taken us beyond the simple reason to life?
We strive to accomplish things to put reason to live in our lives because without it there would be no reason at all and we would see the largest mass suicide ever.
Every last person on earth would kill themselves on gruesome way or another, for without reason we would all go crazy and jump off the nearest building top.
Do animals know it all? That the simple reason to life is just eating, sleeping and survival?

THE SHORT MAN There once was a man, Who lived in a pan, He ate with a toothpick, And got very sick, He almost died, Then he woke up and sighed, He did not die, So he ate some pie, And got very fat, He married Pat, Who also was fat, They always sat, Taking up five chairs, They couldn’t go to fairs, Their buttocks were so large, Just like a barge, Soon, they didn’t fit throught the door, And got very sore, Trying to get food, They were in a bad mood, They died of starvation, What a horrible sensation.	THE HUMAN RACE We’re all different, but we’re all the same, We have a heart, we have a name, We feel, We love, We do none of the above, We just are, Smothered in the tar, We have no reason, To live out the season, The season of life, Through many a strife, Through all the souls, As the bell tolls, Life goes on, With the pro and the con, We’re different but we’re the same, We each need our claim to fame, For a while we live, And then it all goes through a seive, Our lives we try to tend, Right through to the end.
COLOURS/FEELINGS What goes in is absorbed What does not, gets reflected We never see what is absorbed We only see that which is reflected.	MUSIC It’s everywhere, filling my ears, my head, my heart. Music is a wonderful escape from life and it’s pressures To lose ones self in the music is ecstasy Escape into the music Forget your worries, your pressures, forget everything and lose yourself.
SOARING Soaring on the wind Flying high Up in the sky Wish I could go farther Higher Just soaring forever on the currents of air Without a care In the world	THE OCEAN> In the ocean there can be peace or anger, When there is calm, there is peace, When there is storm, there is anger, Just like the mind sometimes, You never know what it’ll be, It can change so suddenly, You never know, If the tide will be low, With calm or storm, Or high with one or the other.