We are the daisies of hope
We are the hotdogs lying like lonely people
We are the cranky black sheep of depression
We are books standing like distant fingers
We are, we are, we are
We are the sour gums of sadness
We are the blue skies of freedom
We are lonely like a sleeping station
We are the leaves roaming like greedy people
We are the greedy trolls of anxiety
We are A.Mass