We Either Learn To Accept

Time Was A Face On The Water, And Like The Great River Before Them, It Did Nothing But Flow.

You Discarded Most Of The Lies Along The Way But Held On To The One That Said Life Mattered.

Time Is A Keyhole.... We Sometimes Bend And Peer Through It. And The Wind We Feel On Our Cheeks When We Do--the Wind That Blows Through The Keyhole--is The Breath Of All The Living Universe.

Some Birds Are Not Meant To Be Caged, That's All. Their Feathers Are Too Bright, Their Songs Too Sweet And Wild. So You Let Them Go, Or When You Open The Cage To Feed Them They Somehow Fly Out Past You. And The Part Of You That Knows It Was Wrong To Imprison Them In The First Place Rejoices, But Still, The Place Where You Live Is That Much More Drab And Empty For Their Departure.

If I Cannot Horrify, I'll Go For The Gross Out. I'm Not Proud.