Where Is The Answer?

Sun, 05/26/2013 - 00:09 -- Wassuhp

It’s to have lived a life worth sharing
A treasure that will never be known by another soul

It’s a special reservation
An invitation

It’s the call that all great men fear
One that only the best of us
And the worst of us
Can rise up to


Where Is the Answer?

Or Simpler Yet Where Do YOU Find The Answer?

Where Or How? (For the More Accomplished)

For the Futher Humbled

For the Lost & Broken

For the Call-Sign Jester

Don’t let

Can’t let

Won’t Let

Never let it fester…

You never try and best her

Cause you can’t

It’s true “Her name is time”

Slipping through your fingers like a metaphorical sand

No it’s not a Big Brass Band (the answer)

More like the river that feeds this dry dry land.


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