October sixth, two-thousand seven

I know that it's time
To drink from my rhyme
Of orange and raspberry flavor
I feel good sunshine
And laugh all the time
Engage in life now and not later

Let my anger fly far
No longer drowning in "tar"
And sleep, smiling, deep in my dreams
I'll taste those sweet drops
And reach wild daisy tops
In fields of my loud joyous screams

Then later dive deep
And creep while i sleep
While calm is drawn on my lips
Finally at ease
No longer a tease
On my way to heaven sailing my ships

The spider sits down
And takes off his crown
then whispers to me his small tale
"Take your steps slow
And sing while you go
With joy and patience you shall not fail..."

                                        NMZ