Tuesday, March 15, 2005
of bitterness and checkered pasts,
of enjoyment and pleasures, while the moment lasts.
when daylight fades and all else goes,
the sendiments of sentiment, who else knows?
of false pretensions and masked men,
of psychological warfare and common sense.
why the medleys of guessing games,
would the means justify the aims?
of treasuring the times and righting the wrongs,
of loving the people whom never belonged.
when perverseness pervades into our times,
is that a reason for loving the wrong kinds?
of all the faults we find in this world,
of everything else that we've yet to unfurl.
will you let me take your hand, and let me walk with thee?
will you promise to be around, in this place of no guarantees?
