I’ll give you a little taste.
Something with pride for your face, not to pretend you’re in this race
, but a place, not our
waste. Just go from here.
Two shoes you’ll need to lace, by the golden corner, near the human race.
I stood up to the lions, and cried like a fountain, I laughed with the mountains and now I do understand.
We pray beyond the heavens, far up toward those diamonds, not so close to the mysteries doors.
No wind bent my pillow, no dirt, but perfect yellow, now shines on this chin and my lovely brow.
I proudly came home to my wife, my son and his precious life and now all and each are grown, with no more seeds can this man loan.
I did want it all, at one time, the red car, yes that was mine, the great food with the wine, the hot nights of loving all the time.
But now that Ice is colder, the heat is really to much older and life grew so much bolder than time shattered like a broken vase.
So take this little info, don’t be so sinful cause youth is so willful and quickly gone from this space. Eat time like a salad, laugh truly like you mean that and remember what it is to just taste.
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