Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights
I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a friend
Summer's going fast, nights growing colder Children growing up, old friends growing older Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger
rsmoylan - 2011-12-07 5:10 PM Took me a while, but I thought we were sharing poetry. Guess I need to listen to more Rush. Laughing at my self.
'I bring laughter, I bring music I bring joy and I bring tears I will soothe your primal fears Throw off those chains of reason And your prison disappears'
rsmoylan - 2011-12-07 4:10 PM Took me a while, but I thought we were sharing poetry. Guess I need to listen to more Rush. Laughing at my self.
ya... not saying I can name everyone that has been posted... but yours definitely not.
Feed the head.
No, you don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dream might be
Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...
Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog, ermine glowing in the damp night Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate. By-Tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle, let the fray begin.