Dusk falls; the noise fades, / And I relish the quiet…
You love me despite / My shortcomings, although / Failure brings me down.
Every month, my heart / Breaks — the truth splinters my soul…
Sprouting from the ground, / The dandelion winks at / Me and gives me hope.
The time has come for / Me to change, for me to turn / Over a new leaf.
Sometimes I’m in need / Of something magical… Of / Rainbows… To escape.
Above the city / And by your side, I spread my / Wings — you make me fly.
For the night is dark; / Fear tempers my spark.
Sometimes, there’s nothing / As satisfying as cold / Milk and cereal.
When the going gets / Tough, the tough gets going with / Burritos and Coke.