I opened this moment and took a good look.
Where are you, who are you a story or a book.
Average, Intelligent, surprising and real.
Or the matrix of life to change the road to the surreal.

Your game, his game, the game, the time.
To sit and tell you the stroy is it ours or just mine.
With a fleeting moment a smile may appear.
The everything you become, stops in your direction away from fear.

Air Force, Dominoes, Movies, health food.
Long talks, smart hearts, a belief to be understood.
Adventure, security, are you here or the distrated plan.
To move me through another unbelievable story of an unknown man.

Do you exsist, do you believe and do you know?
Through this heavenly hell, there is the heat of the moment colder than snow.
Your game, my game, the radio, the show.
With the ringing of the ears, the changing of life when the wind blows.
Ask the direction, their is a comfort in what I believe to be your way.
Of course your not much more than a memory, that is programed on a certain day.

The painting, the music, the colors of life.
Time opens, time closes and I am only closer to a feeling of strife.
Pools of water, tears of shame moments of a friendship I try to believe.
Or just another distraction to finish what is undone, and not to see.

Real or surreal, truth or dare, free will or chains.
As this everything of us passes either together or apart we were so different or enchantingly the same.

Take Care my friend... I send this to all of us who aren't sure if what we believe of those that are there for us really are.

Trust in God.. night everyone..
TAB 03/30/08

Stories? Books? they are but another way to find ourselves aren't they?

I enjoyed reading your moments, Thank you.



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thanks

Good write!

Take Care my friend... I send this to all of us who aren't sure if what we believe of those that are there for us really are.



sometimes we never know
till the light of need is shown on our darkest moments

nice write