Cutting keys
Just to reach my potential
Foundations
Are so instrumental
Corduroys
A size too big
In a year
I know they'll fit
Elevating your state of mind
A phone call and a glass of wine
Ninety-nine percent chance I'll blow it
If the odds reverse I'll throw it
Away, in a year, things will be alright
Early morning
Ocean breeze
Tired joints
At the nunnery
The moon is out
Cannot sleep
