I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?