Wednesday, December 31, 2008

2009

Nothing exists on its own but the one
Nothing endures long beneath the sun
There is nothing wrong with admitting you are a fool
So long as you realize there is little you can do
So lay back, catch a ray, and relax in the moment
Like kittens in endless play, we have nothing but now
Nothing exists but torment and dust
Unless there is the moment of trust
Between us that allows us to be gentle, and hope
I will never forget the moment, because I will never leave
Join me?