Fragile

 



This breath,
Taken for granted,
This heartbeat,
Keeping time,
All so very fragile,
And fleeting.

This life,
Lived to the fullest,
When some can only dream,
Gone, but not forgotten,
By current memories.

And so we fade,
Into history,
A footnote of the past,
Enjoy the bumpy ride my friends,
I hear it doesn't last.

Ideas

You wax the words,
Polish phrases,
And hope sentences will grow,
To form verses and or stories,
Or a song you'll come to know,
Just as flowers in the evening,
Close and go to bed,
Again, we see them blossom,
When the light is overhead,
You find ideas,
Within the darkness,
And when the light comes on,
There they are for all to see,
As if hidden all along,
So with care of cultivation,
A gift can truly grow,
And appear to be a talent,
Even genius, don't you know,
But without determination,
And the will to find a way,
Ideas are left in dreamland,
Where soon they fade away,
So when they sprout,
Just plant them,
On some paper,
With a pen,
And just maybe you will touch someone,
And live to tell, again.

Searching and Finding

She doesn't know what she wants,
She'll always be looking for it.
Doesn't know what she has,
Always just gives up on it,
Doesn't know what to do,
Been searching so long to find it,
And her search will go on and on,
'Cause she's chosen to hide behind it.

'Cause she's searching,
Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding a two edged knife,
Yeah she's searching,
Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding she's doing alright.

She says she's been 'round the block,
But can't seem to find the answer,
She's playing a game with the clock,
And what father time always hands her,
And she hopes before time runs out,
She'll find what it is she's after,
But you know all she really needs,
Is love, and a little laughter.

So she's searching,
Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding a two edged knife,
Yeah, she's searching,
Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding she's doing alright.

She's been dancing with the devil and Jesus,
That Satan is one hell of a dancer,
But in a pinch she keeps looking to Jesus,
'Cause she feels that he holds the answers,
But the road she has chosen is rough,
So it's easy to fall off the wagon,
When temptation keeps raising it's head,
You find a formidable dragon.

So she's searching,
Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding a two edged knife,
Yeah she's searching,
 Searching her way through life,
And she's finding,
Finding she's doing alright.