to see the lights stretch out before me all the elements that make a story striking once to clear the mad day to strike again and slip away
to live a day to simply live a day in wonder caught between the now and then caught between the wise and foolish torn between the captured and the unruly
it's better then to say no word it's better then to just observe oh so certain of nothing though yr wanting to live everything first the fire rekingling and then again the fire dying to then be the dreaming child again and then in old age, all mystery the days rise in lights all displayed so bright