IN THIS GREAT
FIELD OF MOMENT
I have broken arms, I have a pliant,
nice dog, I have space to lay my head
wherever, I have pencils and I have
my heart. There is little outside of
that. I am neither afraid of the dark
nor unsure of the light. A lot of
things just fall into place. Some
disappear, leaving no trace. I
have eyes to watch good and
eyes to watch bad. Sometimes
I am happy, and other times sad.
In this great field of moment, no
matter, I'll make it last and I'll
keep it fast. There are times and
they ever shall be : Times for
you, and times for me.
you, and times for me.
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