All for none

all for one.
none for all.
one for me.
one more call.

We twist our time from point to line,
we cant stop holding up the sign.
we want the end to be in sight,
PLEASE. Not another lonely night.
We've woven things all nice and neat,
But can’t we find our own retreat.
We can’t or won’t undo the past,
The chances lost are roaring past.
Hands on ears and eyes and minds,
Fighting with the gods of time,
They win, they will, they always do.
Somehow stealing life from you.
    

Grow Me

Grow Me

It’s not the questions that we ask
It’s not the to and fro
It’s having found a simple peace
Of knowing what we know


We gaze upon the stars at night
We make our simple plea
and though we long to reach them
They never come to be


With each and every bridge we cross
We leave something behind
Regret not what we’re loosing
But cherish what we find


It all seems so connected
The tide will ebb and flow
And when we’re moving with it
We accidentally grow

The Future

The Future

Dim light drifts in from unknown sources. Its presence not requested, yet there it is invading the darkness. No escape from this constant vision of what lies ahead. Not clear and focused but dim and gray like shadows on a rainy day, giving a sense of hope and gloom with equal indifference. Where does the control exist?

This is a picture of an island in Canada. The postcard quality

captures the feel of the place.

I would like to be there now.