Move the chair, get a pratfall.
Are you unhappy, only when awake.
Too many good ideas, that’s rough.
Here’s a mystery, find my keys.
You can’t please everyone, even yourself.
Footprints in snow, disappear by morning.
Hear a noise, cat or burglar.
Memories are wounds that never heal.
Heroes or monsters, its all perspective.
Freedom on the road, city prison.
Heartbreak heals, ready for further punishment.
Exciting game but oh those commercials.
Super heroes perish for dramatic effect.
The Writings of Leo Byrne Jenicek 