The voice says "let go,"
but I know I won't let go...
I lay down the straight-edge
and with my exacto knife...
I had hoped we'd be strung along,
as if life were a blustery day...
A story of sadness
and of bad luck...
Who knows when it'll come again,
fall through the sky again...
One autumn morning I stepped forward
and found myself in a deep forest glade...
Leaf falling away--
no longer with an anchor...
As the last ember dies,
your lips slowly part...
You said to me
that maybe all the...
You expect me to say something in a more eloquent manner than all the people who have lived before me? |