
Stuck between the lines,
with paradoxes abound;
driving—car or life.

Stuck between the lines,
with paradoxes abound;
driving—car or life.

Shoving in your face
positivity, sunlight,
as enthused grandma.

Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.

Even if light fades,
be naturally trippy—
as nature—happy.

Tiny though a cat—
shocks the unwitting stroker,
as does mustard seed.