Just Doing
I was a good son, a reclusive one, though. When my parents intruded wherever I’d go, asking “What are you doing?” it bugged me, and so with a shrug, I …
I was a good son, a reclusive one, though. When my parents intruded wherever I’d go, asking “What are you doing?” it bugged me, and so with a shrug, I …
So, faithful beating heart, this is it. You’re showing me to the exit… the party’s over so soon? The clock is ticking slowly, but the alarm is set I …
In a dying desert lost, Wandering long by paths unknown, Our lives are tempests’ victims, blown As if dry leaves detached and tossed. Forty years, or eighty years For we …
I have fulfilled my purpose when I cease to wonder … Why am I here? Am I doing this right? What does tomorrow hold? … when I can sit in …