I stared up at the moon last night
And thought about today

Will tomorrow
Be the same ?

And if so
Should I feel right now pretty lame

Cause tomorrow is not but now
A few hours down
Now that
What is that?
Are you going insane?

In bed at night
When you sit and think
Fall fleeting
And remember
Now

Like those night hours
have come
and Gone

with God
your faith resounds
an infatuation
with hope

a solid fence
for your soul to
waver over cosmic dust
and semantic drool


With a whisper
They did fade
To a fateful
Tomorrow

todays death
tomorrow's life

Are the patterns
now in focus
do they create
the granite myth
of sense

the sense out of life
eternally sought
so clear
it scared
you shitless

Now you shit and stink
And fold your way
For your excrement
And bloody up your cotton

08/28/2002

Posted on 08/28/2002
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