Friday, November 16, 2007

Shhhhh-

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 :(

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"