Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...
The head chairs meetings
voices creep...
Enlighten is the path most forsake.
Do not fear the change...
Life is in us
and all around us...
A cane that echoes down the lane
Sounding through the gale of an angel song...
Amongst the fleeting clouds up high
where wings of the sparrow spread open wide...
His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...
Before you waste my time with nonsense
Every day should matter...
Our future is shaky and it's sketchy
The world is dying piece by piece...
Its a cold May evening,
I sit down and start writing...
So many were never surrounded with real Love in...
Amen...
Who will comfort me
when I'm dead...