...and spirited - a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor not to tell
I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, there's the key,
Your adventure for today, what do you do
Between the horns of the day?
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and give and take
And foolish said my fool awake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule golden words make, practice, practice makes perfect,
Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and full of grace
As spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
I believe in example
I believe my throat hurts
Example is the checker to the key
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And I believe the poles are shifting"
Poetry.
Some day they should teach this in Honors English in public schools all over the country. Along with "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway."
Word.
Stipey Mike and those Athens boys.
Pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now, being all hopped up on drugs, notwithstanding...
Shakti, from a couple of weeks ago...
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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1 comment:
so they should...
oxycodone is wicked stuff ...careful... :0
*the lighting is beautiful...
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