sábado, 4 de julho de 2009


He will call her for an invite to the beach.
She will go to hear him delightfully preach,
That the life that they lead isn't mechanical.
That all creatures are of free will.
And that common man is hysterical.

Part-time lovers, always racing.
Set the stage for hours of dancing.
Only to go home and lay down.
Seperate homes, mates, each to his own.

There will be no situation where the heart of a man slithers from under his ribs. Much less a situation where a womans head will be changed. So we move on, turtle steps. So we will forever find a reason or situation to love eachother. And in the end we will all cherish the departed, in old age.

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