An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

After I'm gone, what will you remember?
My accomplishments, deeds?
Or will it be the singular moments?
The ones we shared before it all came crashing down.
After I'm gone, what will you remember?
Will it by the wrongs I've done?
Or the rights I've committed.

Sometimes ...
A little touch of magic
is all that is needed

to mend a broken smile;
to walk another mile,

to touch the lovely sky,
to dare to dream and fly,

to dance and love and sing;
to heal a wounded wing,

to live, to laugh, to breath
to teach the heart new beat

a little touch of magic
is all we sometime need.

From what I've seen of love,
I believe it doesn't last.
There's no such thing as fairytales
And happy endings never stood a chance.
Broken hearts paint a ****** trail
Of fear, regret, and pain.
All the hope, all the tears-
Every effort was in vain.
She'll never get him back,
And he'll never find a love like her.
We are imperfect people,
In a loveless world.

Falling back, I'm losing speed,
please know that I'm not free.
Don't turn around, don't stop and wait.

Tied down, I'm all chained up,
trust me, I've had enough.
But there's nothing here to break my bonds.

I don't expect you to understand,
my brain's not like other men's.
It turns me down, it beats me up.

Metaphysics stretches my mind,
it breaks me down sometimes.
There's nothing here,
there's nothing at all.

I'll keep writing you
although I know
you'll never see them
not even a word

The sad part is
I got so used of
being ignored
that now I don't care

Now we are nothing
we drifted
and you are not alone

But thinking of you
still aches
just as much
as listening your name
or remembering your voice
even the 'if's ache

How wouldn't they?
when you first came
flashing
'Hello'
but left
without a
'Goodbye'

Left me to figure it out
that your heart
was no more
mine
and mine
with all the ache
remained yours

A year from now,
I would have
climbed the Tower,
walked on the Wall,
sat on the Bridge,
survived the Desert,
passed the Canyon,
crossed the River,
sailed the Ocean,
stared at the Stars,
seen the Aurora,
read the Book,
tasted the Wine,
celebrated the Day.
That my friend,
is a Year well lived.
A Year From Now.