Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

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

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

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

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

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

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

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

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.

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