Thursday, March 26, 2009

You do start it too fast. Your air doesn't breathe without it.
But hold up and hold your breath. Because there is no drowning.
Just take it one, two, three, one, two, three, they always come in threes.
How many threes? About three pairs.
The songs have stopped but the plays have begun.
Act 1 is to present. You will love it, I know how to make you love it.
Oh but the latter, it's entirely different. It's where the weak shows and you
begin to understand the boredom. Never never. It's just a joke
Is it a joke? It's too beautiful to keep. I'm not talking about what you think I am,
I have felt a fresh Spring in my face. The rain is currently washing away the old.
Don't freeze don't freeze they will know.Bam! And you run away.
That's how to do it. That's how to keep your promises
I made to myself.
Became an old maid with thick glasses and a fresh keep to the self.
But I can experience running and laughing, where is it coming from?
It's coming from hobbits still, or fields, or ideas of company. To travel
run run run I GOTTA GO she says
It's thick and hard to keep off, I'm spraying I'm washing.
There's a blue here that's difficult to look away from. I don't want to fall so I gotta look.
one, two, three and you keep counting threes the threes i want a four, so i will count.

2 comments:

Nik Nerburn said...

I like this one, you should write about your mom

Niki Burger said...

I like my mom