| Copyright 2002, Adam C. McVay |
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| oh I sit here and I start to cry thinking of things things like days past and friends that don�t last that only stop by to say hi and to leave their handprint on my soul to try to sell me that friendly type of rock and roll and I always buy it I always give in cause it seems to fit they�ll mold my character into someone with character into something real and indelible and oh, I sit here and I smile in tears reflecting over broken years of beauty that fragmented build and broken stand through these little fragments I look like a man what�s this! piece of kiss that I recall it was my first one after all it was strange but comfortable in the way she held me like I knew what was going on but I pretended let her hand slip from mine and I sighed cause it had ended and walked back home in a cloud 9 feet off the ground I still think it�s funny when I remember the sound we made this little paper touches inside it recoils and crescendos and reverberates it felt so unreal as if I was right here, right now, telling you this lie but I�m not am I? and (sigh), one feels better when this cry is over and one�s glad it ended but relieved and rejuvenated I feel like today I�ve wasted enough time to set my soul free for a little while I let fly a serene little smile that clears my head and wipes my eyes these are two great big droplets that have had many cries over some friends I can go back to, if I ever find the time and others lost forever who rest in peace in spite of time and then those touched forever in a way I cannot follow, ones who once listened to my sad attempts at rhyme and became as me to me, I�m sure you�ll get it when it happens to you and you�ll be sorry too, you might have a cry but you�ll appreciate the building scars these building blocks that crack to balance better that take their time sometimes in writing you that �at last!, sweet letter� and that last, sweet letter |
| Oh, I Sit Here (Non semper erit aestas) |
| and oh, sometimes I wish for less but most of the time I would have to digress I think I like this feeling cleansed and purified if not by fire then by water be it if you climb in my ear I�m sure you�ll see it lurking behind my eyes just waiting to surprise those who would guess my age evolved around encrusts a sage and sometimes through rags peeks through and puts away his book and he talks to you and yes, I sit way out here and I watch the waves and I watch the sun rise and set and I watch it sway across that freezing sky that heats me so I find myself sailing away and I sit here and I think of how you relate to me and I to you and I get desperately lost in this frothy green into blue while this rock beneath me cements my brain and pulls me back ashore so every day I come seeking more but I realize I�ve got what I�ve found when I�m looking around for another and it falls into place and the picture�s gray turns into color and brightens my day as it all slips away unto you you read what I do, don�t you. |