Life in Lincoln Park

I walk. I swim. I eat. I sleep. I have sex. I sleep. I walk. I swim. I eat. I sleep. I have sex. I sleep. I walk. I swim. I eat. I sleep. I have sex. I sleep. I walk. I swim. I eat. I sleep. I have sex. I sleep.

Oak St. Beach

The sand burns,

my back feels the sting.

Like cotton bolls on an autumn day,

the clouds float like a dream.

My ears churn,

the highways constant ring.

I celebrate the morning's freedom,

as I watch my companions beam!

The Chicago River

Can you smell the fresh rain? Underneath there is just a faint hint of diesel. Ah the sky has been cleansed. Which canyon supplies your escape?

A cliche above

I can soar
Above the rooftops
Into the clouds
I will do more

I can reach
All of my dreams
My mind extends
I can achieve

I can stand
My aspirations tower
As I reach for the stars
My dreams are at hand