I look to the sea
reflection swayed the make believe
chapter among verse
cross nature with words
common breath
nor book to chapter
falter of laughter
swing the laughter
laced through the likers of a mirror
pierced through ther skin...

a newer way to begin
count to ten
beneath the frogs burnt stew
cabbage of luck
I sit by the ocean sipping on my magic potion
cars come creaping...

Bozo the clown wants you around
as their tide rolls in a newer way to begin
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plow
everyone goes through changes
frolic toward the make believe
shatter the dream