Silence affords us space to think.
It also gives us time.
Time expands into a bubble-
All of which will explode in a flash of glory...
or will die a slow death of exhalation.
Can I choose the explosion or the slow death???
I don't think so.
However- if I can choose-
then next time- I want the explosion...
I'm just saying.
Slow death is a raw deal- it really is :(
Friday, November 16, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
parts of a song-
"Sometimes I slowly drift away
From all the dull routine
That's with me every day
A fantasy will come to me
Lately my luck has been so bad
You know the roulette wheel'sA crooked deal,
I'm loosing all I had
Soon be like a man that's on the run
And live from day to day
Never needing anyone
Play hide and seek, throughout the week
Guess I'll always have to be
Living in a fantasy
That's the way it's got to be
From now on"
From all the dull routine
That's with me every day
A fantasy will come to me
Lately my luck has been so bad
You know the roulette wheel'sA crooked deal,
I'm loosing all I had
Soon be like a man that's on the run
And live from day to day
Never needing anyone
Play hide and seek, throughout the week
Guess I'll always have to be
Living in a fantasy
That's the way it's got to be
From now on"
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