Treasure Island

Michael Bogle

(08/15/1963 / Russellville, Kentucky)

LOOKING FOR MOMENTS


There I sat, looking for moments,
Looking into the space,
Looking into the time,
For moments to call mine.

There I sat, looking for moments,
Seeking for a space in time,
Seeking for a time in space,
For moments to call mine.

There I sat looking for moments,
Moments to fulfill my day,
Moments to fulfill my time,
For moments to call mine.

There I sat, looking for moments,
But none came, so I sat there,
In my special place, gazing,
Gazing into that special space,
For moments to call mine.

Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008
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