My Dreams Are My Own,
Dont Try To Take ''Em Away From Me,
I Cant Predict The Future,
I Cant Change The Past,
I Have Just The Present Moment,
I Must Treat It As My Last !
A day''s work is a day''s work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day''s sustenance, a night''s repose and due leisure, whether he be painter or ploughman
The rising sun
age old
yet new and inspiring
lighting up the world
with its soft pink rays;
just watching the familiar hues
dance on the still water
I return to emotions
that never truly left.
Just as the sun sets
it rises again
wide arms embracing a new day.
