Streets

I planned and before I called it quits, I walked down O'Farrell to a luggage store that I had seen before which

I came home today, to find my house on fire,
All the things that I possess are in a flaming spire.
Watching it all happen,

I'll Be Fine

Alone, yet not alone
A small miracle growing in my body
Just eighteen, scared and unlearned
Not knowing what to

'Round the petals were edges black
From ice and darkness through life's path.
The chilly air, no crystals pure,
Did reach the

Traffic Thoughts

Green light
peaceful drive.
The way is clear
on the freeway of my mind.

They said, "You'll lose your cool in