Tanaou Hold On
He said 'can you hear it? it is getting louder... the
sound of summer running'. it side-steps the ground that
we sleep on, somehow follows me but still takes the lead.
open up your ears and please don't speak, i'll try to put
my life down on paper. I'll sketch it scene by scene,
paint the people and the places, red to show the bad
times... blue the smiles. please hold the line, while we
try to forget you... that, or hold on tight. the next
time that you are next to me, take a look at our feet as
they reflect in the glass... don't you just love how our
strides are perfectly in time? =) Do the little things
make you smile? They make me smile.
