Nine;

ya zaman, ya zaman, ya zaman

oh father time, she says

won't you slow down for me?

i don't think He can 

even if He wanted to

the oud is strung while the dervishes spin

&

there's little lines where her smile fades

but the mischievousness never will

grandmothers/grandfathers and all the love they'll never show

from a world her children do not know

from a world her parents were never from

(oh, generations)

your oriental mind weighs heavy now

the burden of another Atlas, they say

running/run/running

did you stop to see his smile in the sun?

there's a laugh carried by the wind 

i hear it now.

i see what i couldn't before,

the blur comes to a halt;

and there you are in front of me

and there i am in front of you.

Swimming Lessons;

sometimes i get like really overwhelmed by this world. the sheer amount of existence and life just everywhere, on every corner, in every eye. it's weird when you sit and think about it. in one day alone you can pass by 10, 20, 30 people, maybe even 100s. and every single one of these people has a story. every. single. one. i just want to let that sink in. everyone has a life, and a past and future and a now.  sometimes they don't see it but I do. and what's so fascinating is that they all have a place in this world and every step they take makes a change. domino effect. ripples in the pond of this great big world of ours. drip drop drop. and it's funny, but it's sad too because a lot of people aren't even aware of what they are capable of. there's a distance in your eyes only mine can see. so i guess what i'm trying to say is everyone matters, and everything you do makes a change somehow. won't always be good, won't always be bad. but it will be something. and isn't that what's important?