This beaut showed up on my pandora station- loved the one part where they sing:

We're all right where we're supposed to be  

(Time means nothing)
This door is always open, this door is always open  

No one has the guts to shut us out 

(No one has the guts to shut us out)
Time means nothing, time means nothing 

One final, final round 'cause time means nothing  

Say that you'll stay, say that you'll stay, say that you'll stay

 

 //

"Thoughts in the Breeze"

There are twittles, tweetles, deetles, and dums,
and things that make you twittle your thumbs,
but you know the thing that makes me so numb
and sit in my day dreams and merrily hum?

It is You and the mystery
of what is you and what is me
and what should or shouldn't be
and what is trapped and what is free

because when you look across the sea of faces
of different people from different places
you'll see that their pace is
slower than slow
and some people don't even go
they sit and talk about this and talk about that
till suddenly- SPLAT - they go flat
and face they are no more
but a small pigment on the floor

me, I want more
than a life to be bored
as I hoard my time or worse its taken
or I am mistaken for mad
yes that would be sad
[*]

but for me
I decide to go and grow and find
a life of a different kind
one charted for far away.
A chart that changes every day in every way
but keeps the bright orbs within reach
in my pain and discomfort and hurt
by them I am heard
as I beseech
the one who placed them there 
and no more I talk and stare

but be
in the most being of be's
the one where somehow
you let go and see
the well lit night as it sprinkles your skin
and the velvety surface as you sink in
to the soft sweet water
as all the world gets hotter

I whisper "(a)when/(b)win"

* reference to my sweet grandfather I just spent so much time with who is brilliant and funny and witty but living in a sad part of life where it is very much harder to keep the mind than the body fully alive
(a)/(b) your choice!

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"Never, never, never give up."
     -Winston Churchill