Oh Lord - The Essence. Have Mercy.

They're only lights tagged on buildings illuminating the sleepy streets - and they're only passing passionate strivers stirring up my nerves - and they're only night city lights making a whirlwind of chaos in such a calm environment at its finest - and they're only piercing words that reside within novels - and they're only dandelions holding my desires - and they're only wide open spaces filled with the just of air and green life - and they're only people's faces in black and white passing so fast by mine - and they're only little simples in everyday life - and they're only snowy horizons, mountain filled - and they're only war stories - and they're only candles showing all that of importance - - but they all capture me at my most vulnerable.