I've led a full and bizarre and awkward and boring and action-packed and mundane life. But now I've chosen to change. My time is not running out.
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
(Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come)
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
|| Bradford J Kempington III, 12:29 AM