I wish I knew what I will become.

I used to be a catch. Now I'm a throw back.

If dreams came true, then what would be the point?

Waiting for the muse

Dust gathers on my noggin;

Nothing weighs too much.

Which came first?

The chicken or the egg?

How can you come?

If you haven't been laid?

Give me puberty, or give me death.

The coin dropped, and he made a wish. The well of her heart filled, heavy with change.