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Would I chase a dream as far as Mars? - Too easy! Do you want to make a bet? Have you seen my footprints on the moon? - 'Twas as a stroll around a country park. You'll find me reaching for a burning star: - A doddle that; it's only slightly hot. Now and then I wrestle polar bears: - The poor dears need a cuddle and a pet. On Saturdays I swim...

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

He does not ask the forest to witness his courage. He walks where roots remember and leaves forget. No drum announces him. No crown waits on his brow. He carries his law in silence, and silence obeys. He was never meant to bend for meat, never shaped to dance for approval. What he takes, he earns. What he keeps, he guards within. Alone is not...

The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

The dusty jacket, tattered, did belie Within held pearls bespeaking truth To bring within perfect symmetry The recipe I needed in my youth So distracted I walked through the falling library Of shelves begging with every groan To collect pages torn falling unwary Those voices would fade to the unknown About flew ravens taunting with...

It seems like I can’t be seen People always think I’m mean, No matter what I do It never seems to come through There’s evil behind every deed Or so they all seem to believe No one can just be nice Echos in my head every night What’s causing the illusion they see I need to know what’s in front of me

Learning to Fly (lyric) Words spun fine as silk Pale grey mists the moon Nightshade bitter kiss Day’s last breath comes soon Life so delicate Steals off into past Young love nectar sweet Lifespan over fast Picture changes In the blink of an eye World chases past While you're learning to fly Dreams waft bye and bye Visions stay the eye Wishes...