Goofing around in Baltimore, fall 2005. (photos by Jason Powell)
I climbed up the mountain to touch the sun,
But the mountain topped out before I was done.
I went to the desert to look at the waste,
But mystery and beauty is all that I faced.
I paddled the river to look me inside,
But the more I looked in the more I could find.
When the teardrop of fear is formed on my cheek
I know it’s emotion of which I will speak.
Life is a creature; life is in store; life is a rapping at death’s certain door.
It’s like a slow kiss; it’s like a new song. The beauty is there, and then it is gone.
I traveled the land to see what I’d find,
But the more I walked on I knew I was blind.
I dug in the snow to search for the earth,
But the effort was more than the answer was worth.
I slept under stars to wait for the moon,
But sleep took me quickly with its hypnotic tune.
When the teardrop of sorrow is formed in my eye
I know it’s emotion I’ll learn to apply.
Life is a creature; life is in store; life is a rapping at death’s certain door.
It’s like a slow kiss; it’s like a new song. The beauty is there, and then it is gone.
Life is a creature; life is in store; life is a rapping at death’s certain door.
It’s like a slow kiss; it’s like a new song. The beauty is there, and then it is gone.
© Greg Stahl
The difference between ‘involvement’ and ‘commitment’ is like an eggs and ham breakfast – the chicken was ‘involved’, the pig was ‘committed’. – Unknown
Agree that all should take heed to your words… Indeed. Commit to living… no matter the price. After all, it’s a one time offer!
Can’t wait to hear what you have in mind to set the words to music.
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