• As I drift though time

    Wondering what is important and what is benign

    I see your beautiful complection

    Staring at me through me selection

    That has become my line

    Slowly I find what is to true of time

    We try to slow it down

    Try and make it rhyme

    But time is a downward spiral

    Just falling like a dime.

    No good or bad: No happy or sad

    Just a long string of appearant nothing

    But in that nothing there is something

    For something I will find in my line

    You are my special something

    You are my love divine

    In the eternal emptiness of time.