Moon Goodbye written the 15th of december
A full moon
A fuzzy image
crawls back into my throat
and a soar taste begins to peek my buds
never loosing sight of the history of my mind
my time was in kind
none the less there is not a machine
to change all the signs
past is history
it only binds
the path through life
I new that face
I left it undoubtedly
curious without knowing the reaction
but that wouldn't peak my satisfaction
it was only a simple hello thank you and good luck
full forced and at face value
without any hidden expectation
that is our life, always a new creation
i am here full of lost images
trying to collect my thoughts and keep
my final station
dissolving my sore
resolving all the feeling of less than more
past is soon
saying goodbye to the moon
lets let the flowers bloom
A fuzzy image
crawls back into my throat
and a soar taste begins to peek my buds
never loosing sight of the history of my mind
my time was in kind
none the less there is not a machine
to change all the signs
past is history
it only binds
the path through life
I new that face
I left it undoubtedly
curious without knowing the reaction
but that wouldn't peak my satisfaction
it was only a simple hello thank you and good luck
full forced and at face value
without any hidden expectation
that is our life, always a new creation
i am here full of lost images
trying to collect my thoughts and keep
my final station
dissolving my sore
resolving all the feeling of less than more
past is soon
saying goodbye to the moon
lets let the flowers bloom