Everything that's beautiful
will die and fade away
But, put it in a box too soon
and it will suffocate
Tough pulled apart and cast aside
torn to tiny bits
You might need it someday
You may have to fix that someday
Who am I?
Who do you say that I am?
Everything to come is meaningless
and lacking any sense of discipline
All the world seems to know the words
All the world will sing along
If we underline the mechanics of time
We can see how they seek to undermine
Sometimes not a thing... well, most times
Nothing can make a difference
I do not want to disappoint
or annoy you
I do not take your love for me lightly
so I do nothing.
and hope it makes a difference.
Hold out your hand to me and smile
Nothing can make it different
September 2005, Michael Anderson