when winter wind cuts through me like a sharpened knife i know i am home
it can be hard work trying to convince others you are whimsical
chaos, when contained will still use every chance to try and break free
humanity tries to create order, but fails because of humans
it’s hard to worry . when your imagination . is filled with wonder
when i find myself . wondering where i should be . i’m in the right place
our aspirations . we call dreams; actual dreams . are the opposite
what was forgotten . is oftentimes remembered . superficially
an obstructed view gives perspective otherwise unavailable
we don’t often think . about many common things . or why they’re common
uptown jack 