In the jewellery box,
The locket he gave her
Lies tarnished.
...
I was the grass at school
I sang to the teacher
Like a canary
I was very hard to like
...
rare is the man
who opens a door
for a woman
so of course
...
I will try to remember
That you are human.
I aim not to build
Your pedestal too high
...
Take me back to that road
With the yellow flowers
And crystal clear blue sky
Where I would run for hours
...
in the future
people will look
back on us
and think we're idiots
...
Forgive me I am a poet
It is my compulsion
To be sentimental
To dream of a better world
...
A flash of light,
a moment,
something built,
something weaved.
...
If the world is going to end
let it go in style
charge all inhabitants an entrance fee
and make it worth their while
...