I can not cry it would seem,
unless along the paper stream.
Where words are the fish
that go with its flow.
Where learning and fun,
are the same, we know.
But some of the ever
more beautiful streams,
carry the words of a
sad person's dreams.
they are the ones
that teach us the most
and let us show emotions
we never boast
So as I'm sitting,
creating this stream,
I cry, yell, I shout and scream,
all because of another paper stream.
