It’s now or never.
It’s always.
It’s forever.
It’s a place.
It’s a shame.
It’s a never-ending game.
Where to?
Uncharted water.
Where from?
Won’t be forgotten.
Why go?
No way of knowing.
‘Less you pick up and get going.
Love is now the answer, and
Life is now the answer,
To all questions thrown your way.
Misconceived in all the glory,
of these fairy-tale told stories,
is the work, that comes with the play.
It’s pride.
It’s power.
It’s offered.
It’s devoured.
It’s safe.
It is worth fearing.
It is blindly that I’m steering.
Why go?
For an addiction.
Why leave?
Need the attention.
Who cares?
It doesn’t matter.
My life beats in the same pattern.
For love is now the answer, and
Life is now the answer,
To all questions thrown your way.
Misconceived in all the glory,
of these fairy-tale told stories,
is the work, that leads to the play.
I think I left my heart, back home where Polar Bears roam
Back home the place where I have grown
The only place that I have ever known.
I think I left my heart among the evergreens and snowfall
Dreaming of the day when I would make music’s roll call
I guess that day’s begun
I never dreamed that day would come.


So, I guess I just blogged about you. Didn’t really mean to but that’s how it ended up. I’m greatly enjoying the music by ‘this guy who used to sing the Mass parts sometimes’. Best of luck! You are richly blessed with talent!
http://www.myspace.com/csphilothea