A RiddleI made the boxes with naught but air,And an odd little plane that's as thin as the air.Delicate stars, I make them too.As fast as I can; for they're long overdue.And I make the birds that cannot fly.And yet, I know they'll yearn for sky.How did I make them?(oh, if only you knew!)I tell you something:Paper's the clue.
NeroI need to go somewhere and be the heroAnd then I'll burn out just like Nero'Cause I won't love or sleep or bleed.My fiddle and I are all I'll need.And if my old dame tries to smotherI'll do as he did to his motherAnd though I'm not from AntiumI'll soon find myself growing numb'Cause I don't love or sleep or bleed.My fiddle and I are all I need.And when I rule, they all will sing'Cause everybody wants a kingWho doesn't love or sleep or bleedAnd their self and a fiddle is all that they need
Dot.Dot LaneA curious nameFor such a dull young girlDot LaneA far-lost dameThat long ago left our world.
A Wish.I'd find the way to sayThe thoughts that tumble in my mindIf my batteries were runningOn infinity time.I'd write the new best seller,Or explore outer space,Alas, I'd rather be home in my ownLovely, mortal place.
happy thoughts.The light of the moodIlluminates the roomYour lips graze my cheek, and you whisper,You look beautiful tonight,And perhaps I do.And then you take me to the ballroom,You ask me to dance.Our blistered feet keep time with the beat,And for once, you smile, really smile,You look so handsome (You really do).I want to stay like this, here,With youBut when my time has come,And my fantasies are done,I will shrivel into nothing more than the fly on your wall,And be just a passing memory.