I write as I live, on inspiration. This got me into trouble when I was young, but I have learned - a little anyway, and besides, my version of reality suits me better than trying to live anothers, no matter the occasional shadow, at least I own the steps on my path, every one is mine;
And the journey is so beautiful, as I watch the seasons of my being rolling out in the eternal now of my gaze.
Time time time
Make time, give time, take time out
Win time, cost time, the time of your life
Spend time, sell time, the good times and the bad
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We made love in the afternoon
The warm sun radiating through curtains
Gently drawn
Bodies naturally warm and glowing
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As I perceive the moon's light kiss
I wish that we will never miss
The love of friends in hearts held dearly
Dispelling doubts and showing clearly
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Emerging slowly to a resonant truth
The mind, body and soul of an errant youth
Yawned, stretched and reached out to life
Seeking knowledge, fortune - and maybe a wife
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Television has replaced the hearth
As the focus for our dream time
Instead of visions
We see illusions
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