Humming through the cherry trees
and murmuring of memories
What's the rhyme that you'll give
the lullaby that lures me
Tired though, I can't sleep
All devices just keep me awake, sick
if any smarter that we could be
I'll just go for it; pursue.
I've never been on a sailing boat
and you don't know if that will save us
Hey navigator, my compass shows
that we can go
no where.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
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