So let me stumble again on this old ciche’,
Although it brings little comfort, We will play,
Its what we do, it is our way,
just feelings to thoughts to words we say, Does it even mean,
Anything?
So let me stumble again on this old ciche’,
Although it brings little comfort, We will play,
Its what we do, it is our way,
just feelings to thoughts to words we say, Does it even mean,
Anything?
are you? can you? i can not. the world is turning , and with the cosmos expanding , there is no .. still.
As I travel,
there is no end, just a continuous line of destinations.
There are no final destination,
Only the eventual peace in accepting the Journey,
And when I am sitting down, I will always know,
I am a Traveler,
Creation and destruction, are not equal opposites. ……….Neither is moving, and standing still, neither is existing and not existing……………………… Just because there are exact and equal reactions to every action, does not mean there are opposites, …they are only perceived that way…………………………… Many things are perceived differently than what they are. It is our doing, and our undoing,….. which, again, ….are not equal opposites.
The hardest thing to learn, is that some may never.
Away ? I would not know it, for where i am, i am there, and here . and still am, and always will be. were you ?
Hello , today, you are, and I am.
Hello yesterday, you were, and I am,
Hello Tomorrow, you will be, and I am,
I think.
Therefore…?
I am.
I will not disturb the burning forge, I will renew as will all else.
I will see you tomorrow, and I will see you in 1000 years,
I have been far away, I have missed you,
you have been me, I have been you,
We will be each other,
Nothing can stop it.
We will be together.
time , is an obsession of the human mind, whos to say we are not going back and forth, forever, only we will organize it so its a linear experience. I hope I have cleaned my room well. remade my vision to my liking, and i wish you the same, and if not. lets do it again. the song only gets better my friends, peace be with you.
Ive been there you know, where the people live like trolls,
come out you with their..their. faces!, and thir grungy clothes.
I think theyd like to eat me, as its said that some trolls do
and on the days, that ive been a troll, i myself, had eaten one or two.