Sunrise is such a magical time to witness..
with the nights ongoing forgiveness..
No more stars surmounting the atmosphere.
No more peaked silence that I love to hear..
No more tranquility in the milky way..
Just me dealing with another day...
Back to work, the straw boss says stern
and when it comes to the day, don't let it burn..
Down in the mine, up in the sky..
You gonn'a have to one day, up and die..
Forget the message, but read the verse..
so maybe you can, one day, learn of my curse..
This curse of logic and lost things, once come and gone..
while I sit here and collect my summer morning dawn..
Soak up the sounds and the echoing birds..
While I try to explain, as best I can in these words..
Maybe they'll comprehend, maybe not..
Maybe this one will be rated, maybe even dog snot..
Smoke another day, just to reminisce
and grace the night with a final kiss..

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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