Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.

My family could only afford to get me the box of eight Crayola crayons, but I craved the one with all 24 colours. I wanted magenta and turquoise and silver and gold.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?

They won't give peace a chance, that's just a dream some of us had