Onset Of Cold

By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 14 May 2000

Onset Of Cold

Landing, only felt like falling... Slowly dropping to the cold, hard Earth... And crying, were the eyes of those who came to see that it could be done... Without showing how much I felt like going back, I held in the urge to scream... And in an hour's time, decontaminate and I'm fine.... ....tears roll on the face of the sun... ....he'd finally been undone... So I step off ...out into the great beyond... And drinking up the milk that mother bore... Sip a glass of humility and sing their song... If not for this rock here, I'd be gone... So dream, child, dream of far away... Way out past the sun... he may seem too big today... but he's already been undone... Away from the podium...I feel a tug at my leg... "Mister, mister...what was it like to see us from a million miles away?" "All the way up there....in the sky....out in space" (Amazing...) And we step into the great beyond... drinking up our share...mother gave us (mother gave us love) sip our glass of humility, sing their song (it's got to be this way) but if not for this rock, we'd be gone but listen child, don't stare at the sun... soon he'll be gone...soon he'll be cold... i can say that if you've walked out on the moon... you've seen it all...you've felt what we all will be, too... it will grow cold some day we will grow cold some day it all grows cold....some days

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