We sit here + wait 4 the wrld 2 end
Prtendng wr not rly crying

We psh away th sad voice in r head
That tells us to stop evn trying

Jus dont tell th babies, 4 born every secnd
That the reasn they came here is lost,

That the sun wl burn hotter for 1/2 of the yr
+ the othr 1/2 dam-ned with frost...

Shouldn't it be
That that which can't be said
Remains most beautiful?

Dreams should't all be remembered...

What we remember,
The abstraction that sifts through time,
Waves that chop against the shore now and then
When the wind gets rough,

What we remember gets locked, when
Put down on paper.

...But make me yet another smooth collage
Of broken sea-shells, bits of wind and leaf,
Of little scraps of rainbow and mirage,
A blended meadow, all tied in a sheaf!