Nature is a mystery,
but I am unique.
The world spins around in an orbit,
but my head spins through imagination of wild stories.
Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
Such as these mix emotions of sadness and madness.
Nature is naturally beautiful,
So I follow Nature's example.
The Camera and Mirror disagrees with real beauty,
But I agree with their kind.
Time ticks to until death,
But time ticks slowly so I stay in a child's body,
In this bed I lay in like books piling up,
Nature's beauty has yet to be claimed.