A good night

Want a good sleep?

Then wear these shoes

I've erased three photos

I've perceived not to be

The good wife has made dinner

The sounds of pots and spoons

Soaring, and i'm on morning

Do you excuse your living?

Do you excuse yourself?

Do you excuse yourself too much?

Awake and be honest

But i'm guilty in sleep

I apologize to friendships

I've left in the trees

The titanic has me worried

The sound of stepping on leaves

To dance around

Politically

Please, no more blurry photos

Of the sky

Do you excuse your living?

Do you excuse yourself?

Do you excuse yourself too often now?