Can I get a hint about life, are there any answers ever coming,
or do I sit here contemplating the choices I've already made.
Time is never over it is always slowly rolling, when you look into a mirror the reflection you see is moments old.
We continue leaving pieces of our hopes and dreams behind us though they are hard to see they are harder yet to know.
Now standing at the bedside of youth that's slowly dying holding fast with all my power may just not be enough.
Standing in my imperfections I look up into the open darkness with the moon soft white and shining
I scream into the cosmos "I WILL NOT LET MY HEART FAIL, THOUGH THE WORLD IT HAS GROWN COLD!"
WE have answers that confound us to the questions that surround us, but we still keep ourselves apart from all the people that we know. Our quest for self realization is a search for all the reasons we're still pinned here to this globe that's hurtling through space. We may never get all the answers before our lights let off their shining, and our presence slowly fades from the earth we have all made.
7/8/04
so up the mizzen there lads, tie down that slip of sheet
trie to brace yourself against that demon wind that lurks aloft
if you find you can't help slipping give a good nod there to Jesus
As you float into that place we all hope we'll go.