small as a mountain.
Silent sail,
ghost of the night.
Whispering, moon and cloud.
Pretend, my blue tiger,
magically wishing for a star.
Sky of the storm.
I hold onto seas gone away.
Believed are dreams,
by that gentle Water Boy...
its truth untold.
Rainbows in the water,
dew, very bold.
Skylarks are singing,
bells, they are ringing.
Seagulls will dive,
for their morning brunch.
Wolves will go hunting,
they're looking for lunch.
Lions are lazing,
in the savanna sun.
Cheetahs are trouncing,
waiting to run.
Housecats sit still,
looking, watching,
at the windowsill.
Soothing days,
afternoon moon.
Here comes the evening,
waiting for none.
The creatures tuck away,
it's time to go home.
Eating dinner,
'neath the loam.
Show me the night,
its truth untold.
Stars shining gold,
Clouds taking flight,
Day is dark,
like a room
with no light...
I see a train
Smiling face
Closer to me
Closer
Closer
Closer
GAH!!!
Hunting
Birdies fly!
In the sky!
Fly so high!
Now we shoot them,
and Birdies die!
"Hakuna Matata"
I lay in the flowers,
careless and free.
Thinking of nothing
but desire, hope,
and how wonderful it is
to be me.
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I'm the feeling that you get
when you're worried,
anxious,
or scared.
I always want some company,
at the doctor's,
at auditions,
or after you fall out of your chair.
I guess that's why
nobody likes me.
Why I'm rejected, neglected,
and most of all, disliked.
But I can't help it!
I'm just trying to be friendly!
Oh well.
I'm used to not being liked.
Yea...she knows who she is...
tho' she can't see these...