May 2013
The magic word is "Hello."
The tragic word is "Goodbye,"
And the madness is wondering of who you'll think of in those moments right before you die.
The magic is in the present.
The tragic is in the past,
And the madness is in wondering if you'll ever find a happiness that will last.
The time has come to say "Good night."
That time has come to pass,
And this is no time for writing when all these thoughts are coming so fast.
The beauty is in the infinite.
The eternal is supreme,
But the most beautiful things are happening before I can figure out just what they mean.
The tragic word is "Goodbye,"
And the madness is wondering of who you'll think of in those moments right before you die.
The magic is in the present.
The tragic is in the past,
And the madness is in wondering if you'll ever find a happiness that will last.
The time has come to say "Good night."
That time has come to pass,
And this is no time for writing when all these thoughts are coming so fast.
The beauty is in the infinite.
The eternal is supreme,
But the most beautiful things are happening before I can figure out just what they mean.
"Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems - but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible."
-Salman Rushdie
-Salman Rushdie
