donkeypoodle

time don't let it ride don't let us slide into the waves of sound in times of grey turn misgivings round shine, cross the bay in the trees and air, no less a blank stare keeps fools around entranced in soil encased in sands of balled tinfoil some day we will write of the times that were had some good, fine, bleak, some sad we'll think of ways to name the songs those things that kept going for so  so long took us places we need to be places we care to see places we intend to flea time to shoot out to sea. So good luck, good love don't worry about the rest once you have your things knowing all of knowing your