Songs.

Dec 21, 2007 - 16:53 PM PST

I wrote this April 13/07. It might be really bad, but all my poems are quick and random thoughts.

Everything is a song,
So right or so wrong.
A short term moment,
A radical figment.

Some are happy, some are terrible,
Enough to make your soul tremble.
As I float and perhaps dance,
That phrase can put me in a trance.

Somthing so short and small,
Can easily tear down any wall.
To the lyrics, my heart will fall,
And my soul is hearing the call.

But in a moment it all ends,
But for a moment I transcend.
Here's to a moment long gone,
Here's to a moment you belong.