Sunday, March 11, 2007

Springing Forward

As things wind down, my mind winds up. The finish line looms near, a book unread opens its pages and Mix must choose which chapter to begin.

Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat
A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street

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