Thursday, September 07, 2006
slow down, my child. go slow.
let's enjoy this ride of a whirl.
the snow cones will melt,
and the day will set.
eventually they all will.
so hold on tight, enjoy the high.
the highs of the psychedelic carousel.
whatever goes up, could come down.
but where you're heading now
is somewhere nice.
and it will always be,
when pals are around.
i pray you will be safe.
safe, safe. my arms will be.
--
the journey is a task
fulfilled, that's a must.
you will, you can, i know it is.
run along, enjoy the stint.
it is what it is, i know you're braver.
christy the great.
i like nonsense
i love tangle