A Journal of Sorts
"some of us fall by the wayside and some of us soar to the stars and some of us sail through our troubles and some have to live with the scars there's far too much to take in here more to find than can ever be found but the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky keeps great and small on the endless round" ~ Tim Rice - Elton John ~ so sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation... and yet, that's life... or so I have been told... cold... or just the way it is... and so it goes... hiding in lyrical illusions (or allusions... or both and overlooking the differences)... the time passes and some things I drag on and on... still, I still miss someone... I don't have the time I don't have the space maybe I've avoiding what I don't want to face I've left myself outside barely hanging on when I have nothing it's easier not to notice what is gone time to hear the garden grow time to watch the river flow time to come to know a time for letting go |
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