August 10, 2002

Colors

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If I became a butterfly, what color would I be?

I know I'd fly and find a place where none could bother me.

Free to breathe the warm sweet air, or drift out to the sea.

I could make the world my own, create my destiny.

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Time release your iron grip,
I'll not your captive be.


 

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Pieces

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Pieces of the past, where have they gone.

Scattered through time, buried in dreams.

Memories forgotten, sand in the wind.

It is what it is, step away from the ledge.

Put on a sweater, or come in from the rain.

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Moments

Moments happen, and moments pass.

Even the ones you want to last.

Life keeps going, like the river flows.

Where it will end, nobody knows.

Savor the moments, remember the past.

Don’t drown in the river, encased in glass.

Consumed

Silky white,

In the moon light

Laying here,

I feel you near

Thunders power, shakes the sky

Beneath the stars, I still can fly