Just Write.

Hitler's graceful mind at rest

Our blood is filled with lead

and our tears washed with dreams.

I walk together, alone into the streets.

Upon a fildders childly dreams

Ghandi's rule of thumb will be used tonight

With words the width of my thumb.

Happy Hour in the bar has struck.

Your wife and widdow morn as one,

Your mother and father get along

and your sister holds the finger of your mother

while riding ontop of your fathers shoulders.

Its been a long time coming.

So spread the world

I wrote my life in pen, so don't make mistakes

But if you do, later on, look back and learn from them

Cause you can't erase it or forget it, its just like all the others

just a hidden emotion behide that thought.

You look at the stars, and You see her face

You look at the moon, and you see your place!

But first this thing called life you must get through

So take what things you gave up on going

put them into a box called NOW.

Then go to some of your elders and friends for support

They'll know how to help,

Get back out into that space you call life.

And get to work,

Then you start throwin things around

Stop.

Take a break

Go to the moon.

See her face.

And when you get back it will all make sence

You'll see where things will go and.. where the duct tape has to go.

And when your done and take all the things left, and stick it into a box

and label it

TOMOROW.

And put it to the side.