Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Here

Now
But sometimes
Sounds
Over the top
Moving

Getting the right
Out of it
Mesmerizing the blue
When
Sounds

It’s not the thrill
Moving
It’s not the chill
Soothing

It hurts
When I move
From the grave
But sometimes
Moving

Single
Rocks
Stuck
In the creases
Sharp angular small

But sometimes
Hard
Hard
Getting out of it

Lost

I am not gonna see you
I am not gonna ask you
For something you don’t want

Maybe I can do it
Some other time
Maybe I can do it
To satisfy my
What ever I want

I am not demanding
Your presence here
Holding my hand

We are lost from each other
Impossible to cange
Impossible to blame
A life has past