Forever paints a picture
on the wall of your chest
And you send him away
telling him to postpone his masterpiece
'Cause you don't know what you want.

I appreciate the beauty
of all we've seen so far
And yet I'm not waiting
to see just how quickly paint dries
'Cause the colors are already gone.

Forever flits an eyelash
tickling the skin of your palm
But you wave him away
telling him to forego his consciousness
'Cause it just doesn't feel the same.

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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