Sunday, February 26, 2006
im living in the past like a clock which is dead
Like a whisper in the wind.
A moment, a second of space in time,
But so precious, it will linger in memories forever.
Where two souls brushed by like two ships in a night,
Leaving a mark, from that time onwards.
Its these moments, these brief encounters
That make a lifetime of memories,
A lifetime of learning,
Which in our dying breath we remember and cherish.
No regret of any memory,
No regret of time spent,
No time learning is a time squandered,
It's a time for sharing, a time for caring,
A time to live and and a time to love.
So each day move on, learn something new,
Experience something new,
And grow, grow from the experiences you gain.
-foxy-