Walking on the paths of small town
nestling in green hills and dales
I am living.
Smelling the freshly cooked bread
and the fragrance of flowers
...I am living.
Feeling the warmth of loved ones
and the splash of cool river water
.....Oh yes I am living.
As the sun sets and night arrives
in the serenity of moonlight
I softly fall asleep
Travelling far in quest of knowledge
and perfect budding career
I am living.
In the buzz of city life and ah yes
a fat pay packet n elite life
...Oh yes I am living.
Racing the rat race through the
traffic,pollution & unending stress
----Oh God I am still living.
As I disconnect communicating devices..
...in the bright night of the city lights
....on the soft bed waiting for sleep
--------------I LAY AWAKE
Oh God I am still living!
When he walked into that room, he carried his whole life with him.
There is something.
It all began when the umbilical was cut.
After that conversation, he just wanted to drink and be whole again.
She sighed with pleasure and slipped the bonds of the appropriate.
He was as nervous as a ***** in an earthquake.
A thousand years ago, he would not have made that promise.
Jesus, get that thing out of here!
Life was good; he had just gotten an NSA grant to study the speed of darkness.
Sure, I knew your mother; she was great in bed
If you can use one, take it.