Entropy

There is the great fish and the great fisherman
The great fish will not elude forever...
Then is the time the earth will become new
I am a small fisherman and I catch small fish
I will not stop fishing until the great
fisherman calls me home to show me the prize
Nothing will be hidden or vary in importance
but it is not then now; I must fish

We are artists
We create our own existence
We see similar things
We know similar things

Love doesn't walk in
Love explodes
Life becomes reality
One thought made sense of
One small world made sense of

Of return distant embrace
Of more made less
Simple made of complex
Over plain over same

13,000 miles has distance
Time is not very long
32,000 feet has altitude
Youth my attitude
oh the strangeness of life

There you are in my fingertips walking down the shore still in the sun
I wrote but a few words and feel but a world better