I cry

to the promise of tomorrow

from lips of fools; heart true; love

I cry idiots idology and idealsits blindly sigh: Tomorrow will be better; I believe

I die a little bit, think on

intot he oblivous frame illuminated by the same light

a stamp upon the moment: it rots from within; today; tomorrow; for 200 more year, it rots

I lie to myself; I can make something of myself:

A musician

A mountain climber

A lover

A student

I am the manifestation of inspiration; love made and became me

I am not the dreamer

the dream is me

I am not the energy

the energy is me

I loose the percpetion of moon light

I see my present in the sun

I look so hard my eyes, they are ash

and my memories of one thing

"I" never was but a moment

I never became me only something imagined

we were but we never did see the other

it was one eye we had

it was the same picutre we saw

you looking at me

me looking at you

eternity and never was

one sum