Geremia
Geremia
Aug 27, 2012

JOURNEY--updated

JOURNEY
I think it’s time
you find your way
to my front door.

Things aren’t the same
as they were before.
Today is suddenly tomorrow
and each day is
one more borrowed.

No wondering.
No guessing
No playing the odds
anymore

Yes.
I think it’s time
you take me
home/

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Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 8 months ago

Like the piece but not the theme, the days will pass without tempting them to move faster or slower.
A winter comes to all of us as you are aware, so let us not worry about that time as yet.
You have many more words to put together for us to read, Yours Ian.T