The Dead PonyThe Dead PonyThe Dead Pony
One day a pony sat a top the hill
A fine creature fat and furry
Munching the fine grass next to the windmill
A lazy thing with no worry
Then the hunter came looking for the kill
BANG! Dead in a hurry
Poor pony became so very still
No Questions, PleaseNo Questions, PleaseNo Questions, Please
Where the flowers look like scribbles The world is defined By a child's simple mind Violence and sadness Just simple don't exist And all things good In excess No way to define it Without the evils from our world So things just are The future is unexplainable Its just too far Happiness will be you constant state of being A world where things just simply are Where the flowers look like scribbles
My InspirationThe leaves drift downMy Inspiration
Falling off the tree
My thoughts go with them, free
flying high soaring up
Drifting away and swirling around
Falling down; falling to the ground
The stars twinkle at night
So far away, but still close enough to touch
I don't understand it, still i think about them so much
my inspiration in the sky
They spark my imagination
they fuel my obsessive fascination
They're barely there, barely existing
The clouds are
