Sunday, April 30, 2006

Life

Life
Just like last Christmas
The air feels the same
Just like last Christmas
I still don't know your name

As the music slices the silence
Eyes closed and thoughts embraced
What wouldn't I give
For all these to stay the same

I seek solace in this journey. I derive comfort knowing I'm going. But I don't know what are the meanings, what are the things I'm looking for.