Glance

And so I hurry through the day, and never see another way to do things, go through things and dream of better times sweeter rhymes it threw me, yes, it blew me away so you have nothing left to say the time is past, the moment gone yet you and I, we still live on we have not left, there isn't closure nothing 's new, no fresh exposure something 's wrong and you're not right perhaps its me, or just the light so pale in contrast things now look an index in a tattered book what was important is no more I see you passing through the door before me, and I hope that you'll implore me, turn again and wish for different things, and bright tomorrows give me all the joys and sorrows living wasn't meant to be a stage play but you turn away and go Mark Burton June 23rd, 2003