recall . . . .
Saturday, October 11, 2014
The New Earth . . . . (Paradise)
The Wasteland . . . . (Oblivion)
The Wrecking Crew
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks
And no one tries
No one flies around the sun
