TIME
And TIME.. has the dirty habbit of coiling into loops that like to rerun the courses that are done already...It takes a determined will to steer clear of these lazy coils and make for straighter paths ...paths that lead to new places and faster.
paths that speak of a traveler awake and aware.. stopping to avoid droppings that must fall,dodgeing the volley of careless wanderers who have no relation any more to themselves. Like orphan parabolas that float ancient orbits, blinded my the edema of their souls, irritable and irresolute scattered like rain drops they crisscross the paths. And a sea of humanity this still be.
Find a way to let not the varmins sap my spirit. Flight must mine be.. unlike the fleeing of scared rabbits, but like the grand launch of the eagle intent on prey. high on the dry crags ,in comfort minimal. Yet not a moment wasted...
And TIME.. has the dirty habbit of coiling into loops that like to rerun the courses that are done already...It takes a determined will to steer clear of these lazy coils and make for straighter paths ...paths that lead to new places and faster.
paths that speak of a traveler awake and aware.. stopping to avoid droppings that must fall,dodgeing the volley of careless wanderers who have no relation any more to themselves. Like orphan parabolas that float ancient orbits, blinded my the edema of their souls, irritable and irresolute scattered like rain drops they crisscross the paths. And a sea of humanity this still be.
Find a way to let not the varmins sap my spirit. Flight must mine be.. unlike the fleeing of scared rabbits, but like the grand launch of the eagle intent on prey. high on the dry crags ,in comfort minimal. Yet not a moment wasted...