some people have everything, and other people don't.
but everything don't mean a thing if it ain't the thing you want.
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
the ripples i cast, subconsciously or consciously, rippling through space and time. the reactions that ensue.
they chart the course; it was that minute between pebble or slate. regrets, definitely not a few but not worthy of mentions anyway.
Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.
'til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it can't stop, I wonder.
and so life goes on.
