You're so busy getting lost
You don't take time to count the cost
Take the fork cut in the road
All alone, all alone
And find your mind has gone there first
Some new beginnings are just the old
With brighter curtains, no more mould
But it grows on you, like love
And all alone you
Find your mind in two perfect halves
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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