What will be, what will be
When the thought of yesterday is but a fleeting glance
Of tomorrow, and if we don’t stop
Don’t stop
To listen to the silence
What will be
When we speed up in hopes of slowing down
Only to be stopped when the wall comes around
Around
What will be?
And how can we know, trust
In truth enough for standing
When the wind will blow eastern yet
When the wind will blow
And what will come when tomorrow’s come and gone?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful!
Enjoyed this immensely, my dear.
How are you doing these days? Stormy still?
Yeah, sorry I haven't been around much. Thinking of you though.
This is good - listening to the silence is important - clearing the mind.
take care, sweetie.
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I LOVE IT.
Just wonderful- echoes of thoughts of my own both as a teen- and even now. Wonderful use of words and lines and deeply thought-provoking.
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