Processor

It was as simple a thing as pesto
The green of it
The freshness of it
The scent, that, make no mistake,
Made me forget the difficult bridge
I’d thought to jump from
But instead crossed, then burned
On purpose
For good

Bright Side

Even if you’ve never known alone
May I pretend you were then
To think it breaks my (inaudible)
Though it heals my heart to think
I walked that bridge with you
I saw you delivered 
Safely to your daydream
Yours intact
Mine a pipe dream, as he foretold