jane

Jane the sane one,

was afriad of comitment,

crying like salt in the sea,

she asked the sun to find her dubree.

during the light, she found the delight

that came not from a napkin,

but a mushroom found in the park.

the lights and glitter soon turned into frustration and bitter,

poor jane, was so confused,

she was not the the one who was souly used,

when actually she was...

the insane one who abused..

the invisible ones at night,

cats follow her, fear yet respect her,

are you alone,
no cried the soul,
we are one,
rents due,
pay up

Happiness overwhelms her
like christal balls over looking the summer night sky
ah - Omm - I see your song,
beauty is of the beholder,
be - hold - her.