Monday, September 03, 2007
re-entry
back arched into oblivion, a ship gets torned asunder
the hot sun burns with sheer efficiency to the point
you'd expect me to just dry out and die.
the shades that others might provide you seemed more than enough.
for the small stature i have
i'm casting such a Thin Shadow and its just fantastic.
the linens in the breeze just can't dry
the chickens chuckling in the pantry won't understand why
deep down inside a chasm a candle cries.
Well then,
Speak up.
My ears are growing weary.
I’ll sing this to the end
and watch the waves crash over me one more time.over and over again.
"You know its not too much to overcome with enough
time to turn it all around."
In a picture perfect scenery I’ve become a
stick figure illustration.
My eyes roll back and focus on what’s
ahead.
I can still stand if you lend the hand to
brace me
but
but I know I’ll have to take this on my own .
