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    Sign of the Times


    2011 - 09.30

    When your throttle hand gets old you are losing your grip

    You never realized there would be an end to this trip

    When the world gives you too much lip

    Once again, you gotta’ get hip.

     

    When the body you rode starts to break down

    Youth is over, what have you found?

    Adventures still waits and abounds

    Dont give up yet.

     

    When you forget, not to look to look back

    You’ll remember what life lacks

    But don’t let that put you off the track

    Of the things that you still are seeking.

    Knowledge not used always starts leaking.

     

    There are some things in life, it just gets too late to learn.

    Watch all your achievements burn

    Walk down paths that you’ll never return

    But remember the joy is in the journey.

    (SG 2011)

    Mirrors and Memories


    2011 - 09.24

    Went through the all the old times

    You know, the ones that stick in your head

    The places, the faces that left their traces

    In the mirrors of my mind.

     

    It is not the time for weeping

    It’s not time to carry on.

    It’s time  now for dreaming

    Time for new songs.

     

    Stop first the madness

    That tears us all apart.

    If I could I would shatter those mirrors

    Forever sealing yesterday as long ago and far away.

     

    I don’t need reminding

    There is too much left to say.

    We are finally at the end

    Of the beginnings we had to play.

    (SG2011)

     

    Picture the Moment


    2011 - 09.23

     

    In the Darkness, there is clear blue sky

    This is where you live.

    In a glass like existence

    That shimmers when you are happy

    And the circle of the dark is pushed back

    If only for a while.

    When you smile, the world grows a little warmer

    Like cinnamon buns just out of the oven

    Your scent is always sweet

    Just waiting to be indulged in.

    On the slopes of the moment

    We slide into each others arms.

    The Sun seems too much

    So your skin is that of a doll

    Porcelain, translucent, shining

    The tiny dancer inside of you wants out

    Spinning in the light.

    You remember the dance.

    (SG2011)