Come on . . . Shake the dust off your wings!
You might think it’s complicated
but don’t let your fear delineate
you
Life is a bet you never had the
chance to place Death always
beats the odds but comes last
so:
Yay! You can stop death-rehearsing!
What is there to adhere to?
What can you possibly misdo?
Why button up your lips? Awing
Shallow monkeys! Oh?
Awing once again? Ah!
Retentive memory, huh!?
Can it be that you still have (Eh?)
A reason to seal your own lips(Naah ...)
Shattering once again your will to live (Or?)
Make it happen for you . . . ‘they say’. But. . .
Don’t you remember wheeen. . . Eh! Come
on --> Ready? - Go!
*PUFF!*
Oh, don’t you remember Puff? * ♫ Puff the magic
dragon lived by the sea and frolicked’ ♫ . . . I
have to go now ~ ¤ . . . and remember:
** ♫ ‘We got the sky to talk about
And the world to lie upon.’ ♫
* ♫ from Peter Paul & Mary
- Puff the Magic Dragon
youtube.com/watch?v=Wik2uc69WbU
** ♫ from Townes Van Zandt song
- To Live Is To Fly
youtube.com/watch?v=2JGc2CvM0EQ
Short story by night soul woman
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Written on 2010-06-24 at 16:54
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