Summer sun
Crossing the bridge
Trains running below
A lifetime of service,
Now silent decay
All turn to rust
And stardust [o]
Summer sun
Crossing the bridge
Trains running below
A lifetime of service,
Now silent decay
All turn to rust
And stardust [o]
Sometimes, it seems
One camera is not enough
To capture our love
Out here on the street,
In plain view of all –
Stop talking you fool
And kiss me once more [o]
This blog is about
The important stuff of life –
Why are we here?
What is love?
Who keeps leaving the empty bottle of milk in the fridge?
Why do things seem immutable and true
When seen on the side of a bus? [o]
Today is a good day to start.
Technically, today is tomorrow’s yesterday.
Which would imply that
If I procrastinated this decision yesterday,
Saying “I will do it tomorrow”,
Then today would be the day to do it.
It is almost midnight
So if I don’t post this now,
Then I will be doing so tomorrow,
Which would be yesterday’s tomorrow’s tomorrow.
And that wouldn’t make any sense.
Life is a potato [o]