Thursday, May 5, 2016

They're All The Good Old Days

You create your own history. That stuff in the books is somebody else's story. I've tried to make mine rhyme for the most part. In spite of appearances, I'm really a glass half full kind of guy. Oh, I would still like to cure the common broken heart and end war but I know a setting sun when I see one. I watched for a green flash for forty years and saw two in a week.

I'm still working on a melody with a beauty to melt the stars, too. Knowledge of mortality keeps me from throwing a perfect game I suppose. Love really is like riding a bicycle, isn't it? I guess the art is in knowing how many chords are enough.

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