Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets

En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam

Quarters The Tik Tok of your grandmother’s… The quiet silence of the living’s… On a sunny morning The rooster never crows too soon

My dearest I have seen you in my dreams Could you be loved Allow me to introduce you To the love deep inside of me

My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder

Congos Indian drums Circular rhythm in the air Beats collide Upon the grass fields

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues

Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness

Once alive yet never dead Children’s spring summertime laugh… In the air and skies overhead Omnipresent love Sunshine and breezes

My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain

Flames burning higher and higher The skies on fire Blue bullets rip Before I can kiss her goodbye The mermaids swim through

In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves