Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Strangers


Well, it didn't turn out quite the way I was hoping for. But, soon I'm off to new adventures yet again.

You dare to tell me I'll forget you
And I won't need you like I always have
That you'll come to be a memory
That fades away, that turns to grey

I know that theres no sense in looking back
There's no point in hanging on
So over and over I will let you go
But you will not be gone

I'll forget you every day, all the time and every place
One thing will never change
I'll forget you

every day

You're like a rock that I push up a hill
Knowing it will tumble right back down again
Like a man who walks agains the stream
He never quits, I'll never quit

See you in a strangers face
Erase you from my mind
I've got better things to do
I'll forget you

Every night I close my eyes and go to sleep
Every night, the same old, you come to me
Its like a nightmare, oh such a sweet sweet dream
won't og away, won't go away.

I'll forget you every day, all the time and every place
See you in a strangers face
Erase you from my mind
I've got better things to do
Than to remember you
One thing will never change
I'll forget you

Every day.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Starfish


A new year, new opportunities, perhaps a chance to rid oneself of past mistakes; or at least try some other path. I have realised that time has run out on certain trains, and I have chosen to board the next, or maybe I will walk the way and find roads I never knew, and maybe on the way I'll meet people I otherwise never would have known. There is always time, time to watch the snow fall, time to listen to an old story told by a stranger on a bus, time to walk that extra mile; there is always time to visit a long absent friend, time to read a half forgotten poem; there is always time to rethink one's actions and find a better way.


Starfish


When the stars in the sky
ignore the firmament
and go off to sleep by day,
the stars of the water greet
the sky buried in the sea
inauguration the duties
of the new undersea heavens.
P. Neruda