Fourever

which vision is seen clearer, the smoke or the mirrors the believers or the fearers the far offs or the nearers we all want to just believe what is possible to conceive we stick it out so to retrieve what back then seemed too naive yet we're on a one-way street time marches ne'r to repeat slicing our hours into discrete ol' man time we cannot cheat enjoying now and who we are hands dip in life's cookie jar life's blips flash on our radar accept it's sometimes just bizarre we may think we're some whomever our names forgotten after successor life apart can still be together we're intertwined in time forever living in past is not much choice lessons learned from distant voice sustain today with grace and poise life and living we need to rejoice © Goode Guy 2011-11-23