tomorrow, I see someone cry
this time it is me
but arrived is a no more today
as no thing left for nothing left to say
free falling behind me
shadows of
beautiful eyes, beautiful mind
tidy home,still
tidier soul
this time months and months turning
this tide is so small yearning
but to grow (old)
but it's not the first time
that I knew sunset sails that
floating in my eyes
would boy man go out to sea
I knew this and yet
what dreaMT forgives forgets
enough to know I fail
my small palm squeezed
and though knew I had held too close
this time I know
to have thanks
too so cold are lies and smut that
claims hell in a cold heaven untold
but for the pleasure my sin and
that sin my pleasure mine
and I say thank you
and now neither do I wonder any longer
ingenius thinking without a thought
or ponder
how to read backwards like you
and where did your (stupid pride) humor go?
I chose to heaven the hell of you
not knowing a thing
but lucky the boy man to sea
we no longer
have to think thoughts to sink
we do not see seek
and we do not bleed
and we do not need
communication now
doesnt matter now,
quick thoughts of agree to disagree will be all
stretched like pizza that exaggerates
no recollecting at all
of my no longer ththoughts of
thinking with your brain fry
but maybe one day when I'm bored and have time
but now just a simple thank you is all
all over and out on to wind and sea

Not bad at all...