Time is passing too quickly or too slowly I can't tell these days.
Nights turn into quiet mornings planing nothing ,it's not in my hands.
Out of bed a coffee cup in my hand I stumble through the hours.
Echos crisscrossing my mind again ,but so very much has changed .
I stand barefoot in grass now , my best friend a tree outside my window.
I watch it's leaves dance as I tell it my secrets ones you cannot hear.
I watch the wind blow them away to who knows where forever gone.
I.G.B.
Always for you Jose,
I said forever...
I cannot lie to you...