But the words they do escape me,
As swiftly as any deer...
There is an elegance to it all,
This constant rise, and ceaseless fall...
The trust funds so loud scream now!
Aloud they cry about the atrocities...
What..
Was the question...
We all once played the game.
Layed our cards on the table...
He was a man with a keen sense of right,
He knew how to smile, how to truly love life...
I suppose now, as I sit and look back,
It wasn't weakness or what I lacked...
It is only a wall. Walls are built to be climbed. But perhaps this time..... this particular wall. Proved to be a little too tall. |
Well yes indeed sir, the stars are quite gorgeous tonight. Even more so when you realize the light of so many of them is nothing more than a fading shadow of just another wonderous beauty. lost. to the streches of time.... |
It is still what it once was, and one day I promise you, it shall be so again. Until then however, the world and I bid you the fairest adieu. |