Sometimes you sit here
And wish a world
Away forever it be
Sometimes you believe, there
And console all that would be
Again, faith being definite
Sometimes you dispair
And slip away
In your own skin you lose
Sometimes generous you feel
And part with your soul
You win this
Sometimes always a beginning
And no end to start
Sometimes you sit here…
- 3/30/01
I haven’t written in ages and glad that I could again, for it feels, I’m more in tune with things, when I do. Not those things that surround me but in the same wavelength with myself. Does this sound odd? Probably, and more of it to come!
And wish a world
Away forever it be
Sometimes you believe, there
And console all that would be
Again, faith being definite
Sometimes you dispair
And slip away
In your own skin you lose
Sometimes generous you feel
And part with your soul
You win this
Sometimes always a beginning
And no end to start
Sometimes you sit here…
- 3/30/01
I haven’t written in ages and glad that I could again, for it feels, I’m more in tune with things, when I do. Not those things that surround me but in the same wavelength with myself. Does this sound odd? Probably, and more of it to come!
