The way I use my tongue Then should I cut it out? If my ears were to hear What my eyes say about The things that I would do For You Could let me in your mind Share the insanity And in our perfect world Of all that cannot be We hope that it is true Even though we can see Where we are headed to On our way We will play And close our eyes
We will live in ourselves Surrounded yet alone Take my hand I'll take yours And fall to the unknown The wind ever blowing Knowing Exactly where we're bound If we'd just think to care Heedless in the journey To stop and find out where We will end up going The truth was always there Ready for the showing On our way We will play And close our eyes Soon one day
I'm glad this one was found back in the pack and brought back up..it's very good! You know, I'm going to have to take a whole day and dedicate it to searching back there!!!! (Now, you know....that's dedication!)
Walt, I don't know if you'll like this or not, but...I could almost sing this. I know some poets don't like to hear that..but.....it's true.