No Particular Harbour: Some Road Pics

Race Among The Ruins

You think you had the last laugh
Now you know this cant be true
Even tho the sun shines down upon you
Now sometimes you must feel blue
You make the best of each new day
You try not to be sad
Even tho the sky falls down upon you
Call it midnight feelin bad
When you wake up to the promise of your dream world coming true
With one less friend to call on
Was it someone that i knew?
Away you will go sailing
In a race among the ruins
If you plan to face tomorrow
Do it soon
The road to love is littered
By the bones of other ones
who by the magic of the moment
Were mysteriously undone
You try to understand it
But you never seem to find
Any kind of freedom coming clean
Is just another state of mind
So take the best of all that's left
You know this can not last
Even tho your mother was your maker
From her apron strings you pass
Just think about the fool
n where his virtue can be found
In a most unusual situation
Playin jester to the clown
~Gordon Lightfoot
Not sure of accuracy, but close enough

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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Some Road Pics