In a future life

Next time

1.I don’t want to be a cat,

Not any more.

To walk on the air like that,

Turn my back like a spoiled brat

On the world.

2.I might come back as a worm,

It might be good.

When they get cut, stepped on, torn,

Every piece will be reborn

Just like that.

3.In this place hit by a storm

I’d be a llama.

I would keep somebody warm

In a slightly processed form

When it’s cold.

4.Maybe I’ll be white and deaf

For protection.

I don’t want to hear them laugh

Or see what they’re laughing at,

It’s no good.

5.Not a human, not a cat,

One is dumb, one a spoiled brat,

To do good, but not to show it,

To give hope, but not to know it,

I will come back in this world

Just like that.

If it's not obvious it doesn't mean it isn't

A hundred ways of crying

1.Some cry tears

But others cry light,

Paint rusty things with it

When the canvas is the night.

2.Some cry novels

Until their fingers burn,

No one can read their faces

And know that they are torn.

3.Some cry lyrics

Amid weeping guitars,

They’re not so good with tears

As tears don’t let one see the stars.

4.Some cry colors,

Which their blue spirits lack,

Because deep down inside

They are all painted black.

5.Some cry secretly,

They think it is a shame.

But even if it’s hidden,

A pain is still a pain.