Spring 2011 Schedule

Summer 2011 Schedule

Walking

Walking is such hard work sometimes,
To put one foot in front of the other,
requires motivation.
For what though?
Why am I walking?
Where am I going?

Can someone tell me why,
why am I still trying?
Where am I still going?
Long, endless, broken roads
continue, infinitely, and
sad, hopeless, broken people,
are everywhere.

To put one foot in front of the other,
requires motivation.
Give me some,
send me motivation.
Tell me why I should bother.
Though, the fact that I am asking,
Is hopeless enough.

Roadside grass was once so green,
it's a dull shade of olive now.
No life, no rhythm,
where is the beauty?
The sky, once so blue,
It's empty though, if you really think
about it. About everything.

I like to look up when I walk,
better than seeing my shadow.
Dim skies and blank heavens,
Thoughts don't exist upward.
Walking is such hard work sometimes,
when I could just lay down,
and stare.

Why am I still walking?

Tick, Tick...

Tick, tick, forever ticking,

How can you stop time?

How can I take back my life?

Leave some room to find?

It’s all been taken from me,

All that precious space,

All those years have flown away,

Wrinkles on my face.

She passed away so long ago,

And I, as well will go

Life flies by when you are still,

Rivers always flow.

Tick, tick, forever ticking,

Why can’t I stop and think?

Why have colors become a blur?

Perpetually, everything shrinks.