Come with me,let’s wither away to eternity Across the shore …to the moon, Surpass the darkest night , till heat of noon , fly over the meadows , from horizon to the dawn , let’s complete the circle of life , Over the globe , Paris, Hungary, Antara some of our pitstops, let’s crossover the hurdles , you and me until the clock stops.
Trust me once , Just lend me your hand, I promise I won’t let you fall , If death comes knocking at our step , It shall take on me its toll , Let’s break the bondage which surrounds your being , Free from shackles , Let’s just for once write our own history, Let your inhibitions rest , O baby , There is a choice to make, just come and wither away with me, To eternity of our connected souls.
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless