for Franziska Prologue I leave my window open so the night can come in And when I go to sleep then the festivities begin So it seems though in my dreams in my reality Enough for me as real as it can be and real to me I. Hat Down Low I like to wear my hat down low When I go out in the sun like so When out and in my hat goes on And on then until the sun has gone Except now and again to let My face keep pace in case I forget If only for a little while I have enough wrinkles in my smile Having a twinkle though of style Hat down low like so now here I go II. Unanswered Question Answered Still to be or not to be Unanswered question asking now Being saying may as well Continue and then what the hell So the question answers me Unanswered question answered by Be when not to is to die The answer then the question how III. Five Foot Everything Franziska makes me look tall At five foot ten Being five foot none at all But then again Being five foot everything That makes me sing As only she can do She makes me feel tall too Franziska Brüggerhoff I am better off with you Epilogue And then in the morning when I wake up I recall What came in through my window openminded after all And it turns out that my reality is poetry That in its in-betweens is what it means to be me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII