Always feeling like I’m clover

Always feeling like I’m clover

So then why am I so lonely

Side by side we stand together

But I’m feeling one and only

A mountain peak in a mountain range

Yet ocean waves return to home

Common as we stand together

But so singularly I roam

Here I am an iota

Here I am an iota

Searching for utopia

Yet I am losing sleep

Lost on dreams I cannot keep

Again the common clover

When it’s all said and over

One day I’ll not awake

Even if the bough should break

Travelling alone and lonely

Travelling alone and lonely
All in a summer night

On an empty roadway

With billboards all in lights

I am singing all the verses

And when the chorus comes

Alone with all the notes
That slowly turn to hums

How old is this story

How old is this story

How long is this line

Never ending syllables

Never reaching rhyme

No final chapter ending

No cover here to shut

How old is this story

These endless ifs ands or but

You and I have heard

You and I have heard

That one syllable so strong

That a thousand words can’t fight

Or prove it to be wrong

It makes us understand

Life has its undertow

When the world keeps echoing

This one syllable we know

But we cannot tell them

It is something they must know

If anyone is to ask of it

We will have to tell them no

You are so self-centered

You are so self-centered

Each radius starts here

Outward to an unknown

A space you call your sphere

All of your thoughts are I

You cannot feel our feel
Arguments become an
Injury that can't heal

A house of creativity

A house of creativity

To add to the wealth

We are rich though we are poor

We just give ourself

A house of creativity

The doors hinged on art

We’ve the keys to open them

And we have the heart