you can cry on my shoulder
because i see that you are still a friend
getting younger or getting older
these days are hard
with edges that feel so sharp

another day
and,
i am overwhelmed by this paradise
the beauty i see in people
that gives me so much hope in life

these feelings will not do
they are no good for me
and they are no good for you

i looked around today,
then i looked in
but,
can you guess what i saw?
well i saw a screaming child
and, ‘tramps’ camped by the doors

i am grateful for some sanity
even if it is only partially mine
there is a line between sane and insanity
i know this and i know the line is fine

i need the milk
the milk of new born tears
give me a chance
and something i can build

looking for the sun
in a million different universes
in a million different galaxies
in amongst several hundred tragedies

dreams are what i fear
dreams in the night
dreams often feel strange
but often they feel somehow right

i give you words
they are drenched with my emotions
and made with pure feeling