why is my little world
such a dreary place at times?
black and white transmission
instead of technicolor inspiration

everything that is been written
tinged with hurt and sorrow
the pain permeates through the words
like stepping on broken glass

let joy and laughter erupt
take dominion in this place
let love be the medium
to carry it to my heart

oh where oh where
can my baby be?

(to be continued...)