Quiet Reflection (1992)

A basinful of wild ideas....
Oh for an intimate confidante..
to mourn the shadows of idle dreams.
Others have the freedom, of license they seek -
A lot of dead wood, false starts but to keep,
A cold - a bug - a sneeze,....
Emotional tugs of the straight and narrow,
Recognition and acceptance, continue to intrigue,
I am the cool naked and white,..
Not altogether certain, I am the light,
I am the deep, where love may read,
And cast a shadow upon her greed,
Aim for the heavens, you're in need of repair,
No foolish decisions, just a spontaneous glare,..
After a sticky week, exaggerate your case,..
Look for confidence and stability, and a dreary cup of tea.