Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Just a Question
So, now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?
Oh yeah, blame Obama for not getting anything done. Sorry, forgot.