If i knew then
what i know now...
I walk this path oh so many times,
i find myself lost at times, and others...
What is life?
Is it an account...
I trace the image in my mind,
Of how it all began...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...
Watching the shuttle fly into the night
gives me a feeling so warm and bright...
Walk down this road traveled often
Growing older your resolve may soften...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
A little girl
Whose world is gone...
Some days are good,
and others are bad...
I don't walk through doors
From the widows I leap...
Purple flowers in the ground
sitting lonely without a sound...