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By distant moon Date: 2002 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.10.13.37.12654]] |
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See, I'm breathing. Your presence comforts me. Had me tied up in knots, no rest for the weary. See, I'm slowing. Drift and float along till something better... Harboring these feelings, to fight it...then your body walks away. Hey, peasant tribe, don't get lost in the mix of re-living, the truth, we'll find, is that all of these -ologies make us suffer. In silence, hide. And be sure, to savor this moment, despite us! Oh, taste. The rain falls, feels so good. I can't believe that only water could change your mood, but I can trust and believe in life so strong, and to sing, just to dabble in. Drift along. I'm a boater. I am a ship at sea. I lay out in the sun and see, so free. I'll take your rain and your shine and all your weather...starts to wear oh it tears. Tears at me. Oh look, it tears at me. ...Close your eyes, I dream. And put on your winter coat, it's cold. At least to your mother. You be sure to see all these dry spells. And sing at the moon when it matters. And swim in the rise and swells, the same as the streets in town...oh, life moves slow it drifts in and out, a radio. Plays your songs and your silly dance. Oh, silly dance. This silly dance we call....love. |