by tomorrow
today will be like yesterday
a fleeting moment in the cosmos
noticed by none in a 1000 years time

or else
the future
is lost
within dreams

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)



The world will outlast generations.

in the depths lies the truth
hidden from those who seek
to go forth with false intentions


waiting for the naive uncomplicated spirit
that exists in all who ignore the masses
and proceed with an open mind

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it