jimdreads

I am Lost.   I came here sometime or was it now,   I looked and found my world was round,   some things far and some things near,      *I sat and drank another beer*.   As life blew by, new things grew,   turned to blossom and then bore fruit.   Beautiful, right, amazing, true.   But on the path we tread, no point is mute.   As opposites collide great energies release.      "OOOoooo! Cake! I think I'll have a Piece."   If the light that shines, contains a single crack,   we grasp and claw to pull the pieces back.   Though time leaves nothing in its place,   things start to quake, no chance to race.   To start a