It is a place that I go
To restore
My own hope
In achieving more
Of what can be
How the hallowed seashore
Still can be seen
In my mind
From time and time
Again
It is a place that I go
To restore
My own hope
In achieving more
Of what can be
How the hallowed seashore
Still can be seen
In my mind
From time and time
Again
My own
Clustered hope
To make a connection
Was broken
With my own inventions
The words that were intended
Was not what was sent
It was my own
Oafish Intent
Current time
is in line
With the hopes
of the
future
for us
I obey
The rules of the road
Wherever I go
From day to day
From time to time
The rules are there
To keep me in line
Starts with one
Then the whole
Thing comes undone
Its a multiplier
Of one to
Many
That is the way
That change
Is made
A thing of beauty
In the eye to behold
Is a delicate rose
That will live and die
In a few days time
So we must take out time
To take in the beauty
Of the
Evanescent rose
From the far off lands
Of the rolling hills
And falling sands
We learn that the world
Itself
Has a plan
For us
If we listen
Or if we care
If we like or if we
Share
So I will say it now
Just be prepared