31 October, 2010

One Day I'll Fly Away...

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends...

Will Jennings

26 October, 2010

When In Rome

When in Rome,
I'll do as the Romans do.
But then, in any city,
I'll think of you.
Your dirt.
Your smell.
The bitter cold.
Radiating heat.
Art so profound as to make you weep.
Neither cheap nor easy,
Yet one of the best things in life.
The dream of millions,
You draw them all,
Chew some up, and spit them out.
Others of us
You never let go.

14 October, 2010

When Time It Stands Still...

When the things that need to be done outnumber the minutes in a day,
When the folks who've helped you in the past fade away,
When the sense of the possible isn't there,
When it's become a chore even to care,

When time, it stands still about you,
And loneliness makes your heart ache.
When dreams cause you nothing but pain,
And the lack just makes your heart break.

The youth of your face is a lie.
Yet your wisdom will not tell you why.
The ease of the past, it is gone,
And you feel yourself cast as a pawn.

When time, it stands still about you,
You ponder the now and the then.
Painful future, uncertain now,
But...Oh, to feel where you have been...

Each day facing the brutal banality,
Stuck there in sentimentality,
Within you courage to decide,
Live life or just simply abide?

When time, it stands still about you,
Each day of'ring only the same.
Gather spice and wood for your nest,
Find salvation again in the flame.