2:37 a.m. or in the afternoon,
exhaustion is forgotten
when beauty is sun or moon
magical, mystical, making
creative production grow!
the hour of time spent
working on my life
feels like a single drop of snow
harder to pull away from
this draw of eternity
the journal, the pictures, the beauty
all are gravity to me
it is not in a wait which i flounder
pulling magic sentences out of thin air
for future and past have on me no grasp
the only moment "i am here! i am here! i am here!"
my success is now,
now i live for forever
in this moment i never die
i see energy through me
and joy almost loose me
as i am unable to work
when in laughter i cry
waiting up for eternity
it is a never-end!
it is better to begin everything now
than wait for eternity, friend
