unless we erase the blackboard from time to time nothing will be clear
it was a loud crash the tree fell in the forest but nobody heard
the signs are there, but do they predict the future or echo the past
we tend to forget all of the wind and the rain as the storm clouds pass
the raindrops that fall on the flowers’ petals are the ones we admire
imagine a bird trying to carry its shell the rest of its life
uptown jack 