Nov 12, 2004 20:40
Camping next to water
Fish infested slaughter
I feed the fishes into me
It's misty within reason
I'm hoping I don't freeze here
I fuel the fire, I feed it's glow
But there's no use in feeling
All the things I'm feeling
There's no one here to feel with me
The second is easier
Though it may be breezier
And the snow is falling down
But as the fire smoulders
I will never grow older
Because I drink from waterfalls
The stars above shine on me
I'll catch and save them in a jar . . .