Post by Chippy on Jun 29, 2010 12:32:53 GMT -5
Wisps of smoke in the wind,
The images come and go.
Rain drops in the desert,
Disappearing before it touches.
An animal lost in the wild,
Not to be seen again.
As the wounded deer,
To not see life again.
This is what we have,
And we take them for granted.
Here one moment,
Forgotten the next.
Ever changing,
Ever gone.
Can never tell if they are real or dreams...
Memories, the same for everyone......
The images come and go.
Rain drops in the desert,
Disappearing before it touches.
An animal lost in the wild,
Not to be seen again.
As the wounded deer,
To not see life again.
This is what we have,
And we take them for granted.
Here one moment,
Forgotten the next.
Ever changing,
Ever gone.
Can never tell if they are real or dreams...
Memories, the same for everyone......