Fragments of contemporary, obscene personified penumbras, Strewn within stingy, strung-stable shadowed shack;  sandbox

Perhaps it is true that I only see what I am meant to,

but I hear everything.

It may also be true that I cannot believe

How can I express the way I feel

It all just seems so unreal

If I loved you any more it would be a sin

How can I keep

The emotions inside are seen in my face.

Constantly changing on a day-to-day pace.

One minute I'm happy, the next I am sad.

Only the young, only the young

Are on everyone's tongue!

But if you are old and grey

What must you do, what may?

Simply