Monday, December 15, 2008

Hold still the present and behind,
But not the past or the future
Run run fast to get away from death catching up

Get away from death finding this soul

You can have all the riches and alms

Evade the phantom of tears on the glass

Grip the clouds choking the lungs
Mirror rorrim on the side
Are you there or there are you?
Who am I if not who I knew?