Saturday, March 31, 2007
Whirlwind Of Thoughts
Ashes to ashes
Dust to Dust
Can compassion
Start with lust?
A security blanket
A temporary comfort
Or an empty dish at a banquet?
If the tides can change
And so too can the seasons
Why can't emotions alter
Simply for no reason?
Why must decisions
Stay set in stone
And cut the heart with such precision?