Stop the clock and let this hole heal
I need more time behind this wheel
Who knows where or how or when
Gone is today and never again  

 

 

The little I’ve learned in so long a space
Only now can be applied with dignity and grace
Simple tolerance amply supplied
Hopefully wipes out infected pride

 

See that infant born tender and small
Looking too mighty while growing so tall
See the elder so frail and so pale
All the wiser before breaths final sail

 

 

So what do we do to manage this space
Live in a nook of material disgrace
Hardly the way as I see it from here
Let me try it again but this time no fear

 

Ah but this universe so wide and so deep
Neither gives us the time nor the luxury to sleep
So get it right from now till you go
Cause all we have left are our deeds to show

 

 

Nick Porcaro – Kayakoy August 26, 2010