Sometimes I watch you in your sleep... pondering what you're dreaming. Your face so relaxed and calm... makes me imagine that you're leading. A troop of ladybugs on a safari... hunting meadows for aphids. Through gra**y fields and sunny skies... that look like they were painted. Yet when awake hearing things you say... a weaker man would've fainted. Your cryptic messeges and sour words... leave such beautiful imagery tainted.