tis a rareity that i post another's work in my own outlet,
but today, Joni Mitchell says it best...


"tears and fears and feeling proud
to say i love you right out loud
dreams and schemes and circus crowds
i've looked at life that way"


"oh, but now old friends, they're acting strange
and they shake their heads, and they tell me that i've changed
well something's lost, but something's gained
in living ev'ry day"


"oh, i've looked at life from both sides now
from win and lose, and still somehow
it's life's illusions i recall
i really don't know life
at all..."

love is just a game
it makes us simple fools
we play our cards and we wait
for ours to trump another's fate
passion tricks a heart of love
lovers trick each other too
happiness pursued in vain
is all this dreaming worth the pain

dreamer, dreamer how i love you
trust and place your hand in mine
dreamer, dreamer dream your best
we can only slow down time
trust and place your hand in mine

dream on, dream on dreamer
dreaming in your reverie
dream on, dream on dreamer
hope is in the dream

it is here, it is here
the day of my origin has arrived in full
i am now grown another full year
i am leaving awful twenty-two behind


thanks to my friends who are dear
both in the physical and in such places as this
for you are strengths for living
and life breath which sustains me


i shall progress through life, i guess
and with purpose shall i walk
for i despair in aimless wander
but delight in the peace of providence


it is here, it is here, it will be gone tomorrow
this time shall pass and time will move on with haste
but my memory, these words, these people, loved ones
preserved in the archives of passing moments for eternity


it shall be a happy birthday indeed

the time draws nigher
only one day now, until my new apex
oh the thought of twenty-three years
it does spoil the mood so


yet i will take this new path in strides
for i cannot pout and sulk
but rather i can purchase eye cream
and all the other wonders of youth

what little of life we have seen thusfar
for our eyes have only recently opened
but light filled the visual senses of my mind tonight
and it made beautiful all that had been left dark

peril, peril
the tentacles of this treacherous temple
have pierced my skin, and they reach for my heart
they shall face failure, though

the squall is here, and with vengeance
i tried to tell you many times, but to no avail
i shall observe the wreaker from my tower
and see through the wet morning sunrise

three shadows on a wall
dressed to the nines they go
their spirits unwind as they proceed
passion, desire, but the bell tolls