Articulate boy, these words set in stone.   No one ever told me to drink up my worries & woe.   Poised in the spotlight, I’m not a show.   I fly in a vertical line, plummeting down to the floor.   I fall in such eloquent ties.   I give the notion that I don’t feel so disguised.      This flame burns like everlasting love.      Wave me in, Mr. Runaway man.   How does it feel to play pretend?   Calling off the search again.   Stall & brawl, you’re with your friends   Something I recall is “be nothing or be it all.”      My heart skips like stones across rivers of gold, dancing sunshine.   Below the sea line, I am waltzing below   & I’ve never felt so full with my lungs so full.