when you are on the edge of dying
and it's winter time everywhere,
your friends are still looking for an easy way
but all they can do is stare:
a cold wind is blowing across the street
wrapping it's frozen arms around their feet.
you turn your head for a quick look behind
only to realize you've almost lost your mind:
there's no one walking without a mask
and the sky is torn and frayed.
people rushing for the open door
and no one stopped or stayed.
everyone is waiting for the silver train
for a trip to where wishes always come true:
in my hand two tickets for the ride,
one for me and the other one is saved exclusively for you.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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