Sipping the light from the skies
As the potion of life that it is.
Tasting it,
Drinking it,
Sensing it,
Walking beneath it,
In just another day
Like I've walked before.
Yet it's different
Not because of the light
Nor the day rising therefore.
No, the difference is in me
What changed, I just can't tell
Maybe I'll know someday
If it's heaven or hell
Going through the day
Not feeling it through me
Just watching,
And looking,
And feeling.
And something's going by
In a way, I can't see why
But it seems to almost fly
And it never says goodbye...
24/2/2005 - 10h21
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