Through the hollow heart of sorrow
a vicious sap will seep
Minutes, months, and years, we count
Time is what we reap
Like magic, we plant gardens
that are blooming full of greed
We’re just God’s experiments
You play Adam, I’ll be Eve

My Comments From: johnny 08 Feb 2008, 8:31 pm Sounds good to me, but I'm stoned. LOL. From: DC 08 Feb 2008, 5:48 am Being in snowbound Wisconsin....it's probably just cabin fever!  LOL From: Queso 07 Feb 2008, 3:26 pm Wow! Pretty deep.... is that an original? Do you have more?