Red Eyed Roses

"Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?" [What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what world?] Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor (4 B.C. - 65 A.D.)

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Give me an Hour

Just give me an hour
To turn things around
Walking into the beautiful night
A chance to talk
A chance to change
We could do something different
It’s up to you, really
Embark on a journey, adventure, pilgrimage
From which we shall never return
If only and What if
Stop thinking like that
And do what you will
Live for the now
The future is opening it’s doors
(and windows)
Stick with the good things
The rest is all baggage; intertwined
For shame we’re too late
To find so much similar
I thought I was alone:
Inconceivable!
Nervous?
We’ll start easy
Logic and reasoning are:
Left behind in the mud
But we’re standing on a whim
Welcome to my world,
Like that brook - heart, soul, and mind
Rushing off into the woods
Without a flashlight
Where we can roam
Becoming forgotten
While sanity sleeps
Dancing with both (bare) left feet
Under the light of the full moon
Time slows down
And eternity sets in
Let me show you sometime
Just give me an hour