Always after me
	Those lunatics
		Street after street
			This is not politics
Where to go from
	Where to go to
		Your own living space
			Left up and right
Just one more block
	You tell yourself
		This is the last house/You might as well go in

Life is too often too busy
		For you
				To see
						What
You are busy for

But you just continue
		As if
				Everyone else
						Also
Pretends they are on vacation.

I am too tired to write/It's comfortable on the bed
	Cold/Warm breast
		Should be enough/Too much distraction
	But I can go on/And I go on anyway
No break of streak/Short nap is healthy
	Then/So
		It suddenly comes up/Oh, I'm back
	On the track/Off my brain
		The light of the day/lights of night
			Hit me through a glass/door
Then it feels too fast/But I enjoyed it

	Help Wanted:
	
	   18 - 22
	          Male
	 5'7 to 5'10
	          Broke
	No idea what goes a pip
	  Knows how to tip
	    Is ready to get some flip

Picnic when there are no people,
	The foods are enjoying themselves,
	The water is drinking itself,
	The grass is stepping on itself,
	The ladybug is eating itself,
	The plant is juicing itself,
	The sands are sliding,
			Over a pond,
				Into the river.
Picnic when there are no people,
	Everything goes a long way.

The pregnant woman is falling off a cliff!


	Baby horse-back should never be ridden backwards.
	
	
		See how she's getting her way back to the top?
		
		
			Four makes a great picnic day.

Oh!
		She's looking at the wrong direction
		He's standing at the intersection
		She's turning away her affection
		He's losing his connection
Oh!
		She's making some correction
		He's looking for some selection
		She's ready for some injection
		He's about to make a projection
Ho!

Those pants are too big,
	Says the Lady,
		I tell her,
			It doesn't matter,
				I'm not going to wear them
					anyway.
she asks if she could borrow them,
	I look at her,
		From top to bottom,
			And feel quite luck,
				For shopping early in the morning.

Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning.
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning,
	Like a fish with wings
	Like wings with a fish
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning.
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning,
	But who goes on top
	But who sits on bottom
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning.
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning,
	And that after-noon never comes

eyes don't go to sleep when it's dark








for they see the night,
				when everyone else is blind.