Again

Sunlight shines on the dark.

Warming all the grey.

Storms may come, but then they hold,

onto yesterday.

Much like our ancestors went,

we'll all be gone one day.

It isn't what you do or say,

it's how you make your way.

Some are fast, in lightning form

Some will pass away.

Take it slow, inlay doth go,

a gold and silver path.

Wake not the Dead,

kill not the Live,

gently fade away,

for if you don't, go in the bunk,

you may be dunked for him.

So burn out bright, you're not right,

shut out my light,

but, please do it tonight.

(don't do it again, alright)

K.A.P.

5/9/2009