You’ll Find Me Beyond The Cobblestones


You’ll find me beyond the cobblestones
Quiet man writing within a chaotic confine
Euphoric bedlam swinging from the rafters
A modest home upon the steep incline
Spirited princesses keeping me youthful
A curmudgeon with a loving streak
An honest hermit with little to say
Though here silence will not translate to meek


I Know You’ve Been Thinking About Me


I know you’ve been thinking about me
The interweb leaves tracks – translated into clues
I should lock my doors when I sleep at night
But I leave them open, because I’ve been thinking about you