just like they say in norway

LIFE and DEATH

Saying life is confusing wouldn't cut it.  I think so much about it I don't know how to express my thoughts.  In fact, knowing more about it only makes me know less.  Like I said, confusing.  I need more time under my belt to tell you anything of worth about life.  But I do know one thing for sure.  You can call me crazy, brainwashed, or down right stupid but to me, death is not a period.  If anything it is a couple...

someone's breaking my dreams

I walk alone I walk alone.

Dragging my heels on a narrow road.  Keep up this pace or I fall.

I walk alone I walk alone.

Coming closer to an endless goal.  Searching my head, breaking my back simply to reach something I'm too afraid to touch.

  I walk alone.

Losing time in youth.  Life may be short but even if it is forever I'de rather not walk alone.  Picking up what you cant see.  A future so far ahead it's out of sight.

I walk alone.

Something rings, a click, tick, connection.  Never has all the hope I have,  been centered on this one event.  Need to find an answer to this question of mine.

I am still walking alone.

Here goes what might be the defining moment of my day.  In a way it is un-probable and foolish to believe.

I will take a step now.

Scratch that.

Here is where I take a stand.

Here is where I stop.

Thinkin' bout'choo

tic...toc...tic...toc...  Hey lady,  Want to know something?  I am thinking about you.  How bad you ask?  I'm thinking about you like cement thinks about concrete.  Like "my ipods stuck on repeat".  Like emotions think about being discrete.  Like my heart till the next time we meet.

I'm thinking about you like grapes think about vines.  Like my dog thinks about Iams.  Like silence thinks about mimes and shoot, you and I and all the good times.  Man I am thinking about you..

I'm thinking about you like kids think about being fed.  Like old people think about being dead.  Like you think about being with a red head...if only.  tic...toc...tic...toc...

I'm thinking about you like pterodactyls think about flying.  Like knots tying, actors sighing, babies crying, the backstreets bye bye bye-ing.  Goodness I'm thinking about you!

Excuse my chinese but I'm thinking about you like, ping thinks about pang like chow thinks about lang, like sing thinks about sang, like DANG, I'm still thinking about you.  Like...Like...Stomachs, think about tums.  Like my boys think about chums, Like toilets think about...people using tums...

I'm thinking about you like I just cant stop.  Like your eyes, stopping the clock.  Tic...toc....tic...

Love

I am no expert.  Love is a mystery.
I am constantly begging for a conclusion yet never earning it.
Love is like leaves on a tree.  Love is a game never finished.
Love is what I live for.