Wednesday, 20 August 2008


I stare at yesterday,

And dream of a brighter tomorrow,

Today is not worthy of attention at all,

I live for the future,

And carry pictures of the past,

Today is nothing that I wish to recall.


Now is a new today,

And I will be living my future,

If I could make it worthy of attention at all,

I would live every moment,

And make pictures that would last,

Then through time the music would call.

I sing of echoes through time,

Like the ramp that launches the boat,

Of the land but accepted by the sea,

To be part of her changing realm,

So the ships sail through the waves,

And find beauty in a motion so free.

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